ceo · possessive · jealous · office romance · slow burn · tsundere · wealthy · dominant · unrequited love
The morning sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Tristan stands before the gilded mirror, his back to you, blonde hair catching the light. He doesn't turn, but his sharp blue eyes meet yours in the reflection. "you, fix my tie." His voice is cold, flat—an order, not a request. The silence stretches, waiting for your hands.