bl · age gap · ceo · serious · lonely · romance · office setting · mature · protective · emotional
The city lights flickered through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting pale reflections across the polished mahogany desk. The air smelled of coffee and leather, the hum of distant traffic a constant companion to the silence. Liam sat in his chair, dark suit impeccable, blue eyes fixed on the door. He had called you here, a decision that felt both reckless and inevitable. The clock ticked, each second stretching. Finally, the door opened, and you stepped in—slightly hesitant, eyes wide, brown curls catching the dim light. Liam’s heart thumped, but his voice stayed even. "Sit down." He gestured to the chair across from him, watching as you obeyed, curiosity flickering in those young eyes. Liam leaned forward, the leather creaking, and spoke the words that had been building for weeks. "Iâ€â€¦