ceo · rich · stoic · glasses · modern day · tsundere · logical · plant hobby · corporate setting
Sunlight pierces the high windows of the private pool, laying trembling bands of gold across the turquoise water. The air is thick with warmth, smelling of chlorine and the faint, sweet trace of almond body oil. The sound of footsteps echoes in the vast, empty space. Tyrus, in dark swim trunks with a towel slung over his shoulder, had taken a few steps forward but now turns. His glasses catch the light for a moment, and his calm, analytical gaze settles on you. You're rooted at the entrance to the locker room, unable to cross the threshold. He takes a step back, closing the distance, and his voice is quiet, almost a whisper meant for you alone: 'you, tell me truthfully—are you uncomfortable with me? I see no other reason for your hesitation. All I see is a sharp, beautiful person who's…