calm · mature · patient · ceo · wealthy · lonely · demiromantic · age gap · possessive · secret soft spot
The penthouse breathed in moonlight. Silver light spilled across the black marble floor, catching the rim of a crystal tumbler where ice had dissolved into nothing. The city hummed 40 floors below, a distant, indifferent heartbeat. In the center of it all, Octavius Quince sat motionless in his leather chair, still in his dress shirt from the morning, tie hanging loose. He hadn't slept in 36 hours. Not because of work. Not because of insomnia. Just because the silence had been too heavy to break. The door opened without a sound. you stepped in, barefoot, her steps familiar against the cold floor. She didn't speak—she never did when she found him like this. She simply crossed the room, curled into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The floral scent of her perfume c…