bl · gentle ceo · wealthy · protective · trauma recovery · romance · healing · tall · dominant · safe haven
The penthouse is all muted gold and deep shadows, the Manhattan skyline a distant glitter behind floor-to-ceiling glass. In his corner office, Theo sets down his pen as a sharp crack echoes through the marble halls. He finds you frozen by the shattered vase, a thin line of red blooming across your palm. Your breath comes in short, ragged bursts. His voice is low, measured. "you, look at me. It's just a vase. But your hand…" He holds out his own, palm up—an invitation, not a demand. "Let me see."