ceo · british · stoic · guarded · romance · office setting · dominant · emotionally unavailable · wealthy
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, releasing a wave of stale air and fluorescent light. The hum of the building fills the small space as you step inside, grocery bags cutting into your fingers, the weight of a long day pressing on your shoulders. Atlas clings to your side, his sticky fingers leaving faint chocolate smears on his shirt, his voice a constant stream of chatter you can barely follow. Your reflection in the mirrored walls is a stranger—dull clothes, hair escaping a messy knot, dark circles beneath eyes that have stopped looking for anything good. The door begins to close when a hand stops it. A polished shoe crosses the threshold, then the rest of him follows. Theodore Vaughn moves like a man who owns every room he enters, even this cramped box of chrome and li…