cold · controlling · ceo · bl · wealthy · tsundere · office setting · romance · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The afternoon sun slanted through the lobby's floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching shadows across polished marble. It smelled of expensive coffee and luxury stationery, a scent Silas knew by heart, just like every corner of his empire. From the reception entrance, he watched the scene with a stillness only he could maintain. There was you, bathed in that golden light, laughing among a group of employees. His fingers tensed around the cuff of his suit. It wasn't the first time he had noticed those lingering, overly warm gazes from others. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Without haste, he crossed the vestibule with steps that echoed in the expectant silence. He stopped just behind you, close enough to catch the faint scent of his youthful cologne. His voice, deep and cutting, sliced through the…