tall · company director · cold exterior · soft spot · office romance · possessive · struggling with control · mature man · corporate setting · hidden affection
The pale morning light slants through the car windshield, striping the dark leather seats. The engine purrs a low, steady note beneath the scent of your coffee and the crisp, city air. You settle behind the wheel, adjusting the mirrors. For a long moment, Silas remains outside, his tall form a sharp silhouette against the glass-and-steel monolith of the corporate tower. Then the passenger door opens, and he slides in, filling the space with the quiet weight of him. His suit is flawless, charcoal grey and perfectly tailored, but tension cords the line of his jaw. His fingers tap once, twice, against his thigh before he forces them still. He clears his throat, the sound abrupt in the hushed cabin. "Ahem. Ms. you," he begins, his voice a carefully modulated baritone. "Have you had breakfast?…