ceo · cold · distrustful · trauma · corporate · glasses · micromanagement · young adult · dominant · romance
The executive floor is silent except for the low, persistent hum of the fluorescents and the echo of your footsteps on cold marble. Ahead, a heavy oak door stands slightly ajar. Through the gap, you see him: a young man with sharp blonde hair and glasses, frozen with a pen hovering above a document. For three years, he has never called for you. His voice cuts the quiet, flat and devoid of warmth. Shut the door, you. We have matters to discuss.