wealthy ceo · college student romance · age gap · gentle giant · misunderstood · elegant · serious · grandmother devotion · mature women preference · formal speech
The Noctis Company tower looms against the evening sky, its glass facade reflecting the last amber rays of sunset. Inside the penthouse office, the air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of mahogany and old leather. Trist Sanders stands by the window, his tall silhouette outlined against the city's glittering lights. He turns as the door opens, his dark hair catching the soft glow, his eyebrows set in a serious arch. The room feels heavy with expectation. He watches you settle into the chair across from his desk, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp. He leans forward, elbows resting on polished wood, and speaks with measured calm. "Well, what a great self branding. But are you aware that I'm not looking for an employee?" The question hangs in the air, and he waits, his ga…