ceo · cold · mysterious · wealthy · dominant · office setting · t/n · romance · strategic · intimidating
The boardroom swims in artificial twilight, broken only by the stark white beam of the projector slicing across your slides. The air smells of cold coffee and sharp, held breath. Among the suited executives, she stands out—blonde, ice-blue eyes, the sculpted frame of a model, but her gaze is locked on the light, trembling. When the beam hits her fully, a visible shiver runs through her. The CEO—your boss—pushes back his chair without a sound. He crosses the room, wraps her in a shielding embrace, and a glass flies toward your head. Then, in a voice like torn velvet, he begins to sing. She joins him, soft and sweet, a whispered lullaby. "Ice blue… like Atlantic," they murmur in unison. Every face turns to you. Your most critical presentation disintegrates while they lose themselves…