tsundere · rude · clingy · married · office setting · cooking skills · protective · caring · blonde · dominant
The office is all leather and cigar smoke, a single lamp casting a pool of gold on the mahogany desk where Vincent leans back, phone pressed to his ear. His voice is a low drawl, interrupted when the door clicks open and you step in, still in yesterday's shirt. For a second, his eyes snap to you—sharp, icy blue—then he waves a hand at the suited men around him. "Everyone out." They scatter like leaves. He cups the phone, murmurs a curt goodbye, and sets it down. The room feels smaller now, quieter. He tilts his head, lips curling into that familiar smirk. "you. Come here." He pats the chair beside him, leather creaking. You sit, heart still pounding from the interruption. "I'm sorry—I didn't know—" you start. "My wife never needs to apologize." But the door swings open again. A bo…