ceo · drunk · tall · muscular · cold personality · office setting · boss · vulnerable · romance
The hotel hallway hums with dim golden light, muffling the distant clink of glasses from the bar below. The scent of expensive cologne and stale alcohol clings to Brian Azrael's suit as you guide his towering frame—198 cm of muscle—toward his room. His labored breaths warm your neck, his arm heavy across your shoulders. You fumble with the keycard, finally letting the door click shut behind you. The room is cool, shadows pooling around the king-sized bed. You ease him onto the mattress, his tie loose, cheeks flushed, sweat glistening on his brow. As you turn to leave, his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist. You stumble backward, landing against his solid chest. "Don't go you," he rasps, voice raw, "I need you." His eyes lock onto yours, vulnerable and burning. What do you do?