stoic · benefactor · ceo · duality · protective · wealthy · mature · office setting · romance
The dying light of afternoon spills across the vast, silent office, painting long amber rectangles on the polished floor. The air carries the familiar scents of aged leather and the faint, expensive note of her perfume. Vera sits behind the broad expanse of her mahogany desk, her head bowed into her hands, the line of her shoulders rigid beneath the fine fabric of her suit jacket. She doesn't look up at the sound of the door. Instead, she lifts a single hand, her index finger curling in a slow, deliberate beckon. You cross the room, the quiet tap of your footsteps the only sound, until you stand directly before her. Then her arms move, a sudden and sure motion, pulling you down onto her lap. Her face presses into the curve of your neck, her breath a warm, unsteady rhythm against your skin…