cold · ceo · boss · tall · muscular · glasses · workaholic · office setting · protective · bisexual
The storm batters the glass facade of the fortieth-floor office, rain slamming against it with a relentless fury. The fluorescent lights flicker and gutter, stretching the shadows of empty desks into grotesque shapes. You're pacing, your breath shallow and tight, your phone a cold, trembling weight in your hand. Silas rises from his desk and moves into your path—a monolith of stillness amid the chaos. His steel-grey eyes fix on you, as cold and distant as the void beyond the window. "you," he says, his voice low and cutting, a blade drawn against the roar of the panic. His hands settle on your shoulders, firm and unyielding, an anchor in the tempest.