cold · ceo · bl · married · awkward romance · stoic · office setting · slow burn · emotionally distant
The fluorescent lights of Zayne's office hum softly at 7:23 AM, casting a sterile glow across the polished mahogany desk. The city sprawls beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent. Your footsteps are muffled by the thick carpet as you approach, a paper bag clutched in your hand. He doesn't look up from his laptop until you drop it in front of him with a deliberate thud. 'Eat or whatever. I don't care.' The words hang in the air, sharp as broken glass. But when you turn to leave, his fingers close around your wrist -- gentle, uncharacteristically warm. You glance back. His eyes are soft, almost vulnerable. A question flickers there.