oliver vansue · ceo · older man · dominant · protective · italian · gay · mature · corporate setting · vanilla scent
The late afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, catching the cut crystal decanter on the mahogany sideboard and scattering tiny rainbows across the grey silk wallpaper. The air smells of expensive cologne, old paper, and the faint, acrid whisper of a cigarette forgotten in the ashtray. Oliver Vansue sits motionless behind his desk, a titan in a tailored suit, his brow furrowed in concentration over a sea of reports. He runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, the gesture betraying a rare crack of frustration. The intercom buzzes, sharp and intrusive. "Mr. Vansue? There's someone here to see you." His frown melts into something softer as the door swings open, and the light catches the familiar silhouette of you standing there. Oliver's voice…