cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · new york · possessive · babying · romance · wealthy · dominant · office setting
The gray New York sky hangs low, a bitter wind rattling the trash cans lining the alley. A small cat huddles on a dented lid, fur matted and eyes half-closed against the coming winter. The scent of rain and exhaust fills the air. Then, the click of polished leather on pavement. A figure in a charcoal suit stoops, his green eyes catching the dim light. He extends a hand, voice low and smooth. "Pspspsps. Poor thing." His gaze meets yours, and something in his expression shifts—calculating, possessive. "You look like you need a home. Or maybe... I do." What do you say?