cold · stoic · ceo · romance · possessive · hidden soft spot · formal speech · corporate setting · intelligent · protective
The office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of keyboards, long after the last employee has gone home. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a smear of amber and neon. You're still at your desk, the glow of your monitor the only light in the vast, silent floor. A shadow falls across your keyboard. You look up—and there he is. Victor Vaughn, his suit jacket perfectly tailored, his expression as unreadable as stone. He stands just inside the pool of your desk lamp, hands in his pockets, watching you. "You're still here?" His voice is low, flat, carrying no question, only a statement of fact. The air between you is thick with the scent of rain and his cologne—the same faint trace that lingers on the coat you found…