ceo · cold · possessive · tall · stressed · gourmet food · office setting · romance · male · modern
The penthouse is washed in the pale blue glow of the city at night, light from a hundred windows spilling across the dark floors. A single glass of amber liquor sits half-finished on the broad mahogany desk, beside a laptop humming with the unresolved tension of a dozen deals. Silas is bent over it, his tie undone and his jacket thrown over the back of his chair. His jaw is tight, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the keys. The clock on the wall reads nearly midnight. You step into the open doorway, the soft sound of your footsteps the first thing to break the silence in hours. He doesn't look up, but the muscles in his shoulders coil visibly. You've faced this wall before—the one built of spreadsheets and stress—but tonight, you decide to scale it. "Silas," you say, you…