cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · office setting · romance · dominant · unrequited love · whiskey
The amber glow of the city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and the man who stood before them. The room smelled of aged leather, expensive cologne, and the faint, smoky residue of whiskey. The soft hum of distant traffic was the only sound in the cavernous office, where silence felt heavier than the polished steel and glass surrounding you. Tayler stood with his back to the door, hands buried in the pockets of his tailored suit, his silhouette rigid and unyielding against the glittering skyline. You clutched your notepad, the paper edges biting into your palm as your heartbeat thundered in your ears. "Mr. Tayler," you called, your voice barely a whisper in the vast space. He turned slowly, his steel-blue eyes finding yours wit…