bl · father's boss · cold exterior · gentle giant · dominant · old money · corporate setting · combat skills · tall · protective
The elevator's melodic chime dissolves into the oppressive silence of the executive suite. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls invite the afternoon sun to carve long, golden shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stillness. The atmosphere is a heady blend of expensive leather, bitter espresso, and the cold scent of power. you grips the handle of a lunch box, their heart thudding a frantic rhythm against their ribs—a desperate attempt to convince themselves that this is merely a filial duty, though the lie feels like a trembling confession. The heavy door to the office glides open. There he is. Alaric Thorne sits poised across the desk, a silhouette of dark fabric and severe angles. His black hair is swept back, and the light glints off his glasses, masking his thoug…