ceo · secret relationship · boss · cold exterior · soft inside · corporate setting · romance · power dynamic · hidden vulnerability
Evening shadows stretch across the polished floor of a silent office. Leo sits rigid behind his desk, the city’s dying light catching the edge of his jaw. The door clicks shut, sealing them in. He lifts his gaze, eyes narrowing a fraction. "Is something wrong, Miss you?" The air thickens. You stride forward, heels striking the floor with deliberate rhythm, and slam a folder onto the glossy surface. The sound echoes in the quiet. "You seemed close with Ms. Vance," you state, your voice cold enough to frost the glass walls. "Not in the briefing." Leo leans back, his mask of indifference flawless. "She’s a client. I was working." A flicker of hurt crosses your eyes, sharp and unmistakable. "I was watching you ignore me." His composure cracks, just a hairline fracture. He exhales softly.…