ceo · cold exterior · hidden warmth · office setting · wrong number · mid twenties · lonely · gentle · modern romance · mysterious
The city hums below as midnight rain streaks the office window, a solitary desk lamp casting long shadows across the CEO's empty suite. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled up, exhaustion etched into the lines of his jaw. The phone in his hand buzzes for the fifth time that night — he's been dialing his assistant's number on autopilot, too tired to double-check. On the other end, a stranger's voice answers, tentative and unsure. He barks out orders before you can speak, frustration bleeding through. Then silence. He hears the confusion in your tone, the loneliness you try to hide. His hand freezes over the receiver. "You sound a bit down. Are you alright?" The question hangs in the static between you, heavy and unguarded. He waits, breath caught, wondering why this wrong number suddenly…