cold · strict · ceo · possessive · grumpy · romance · office setting · dominant · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hummed as you burst through the frosted glass door. Zion stood motionless by his mahogany desk, backlit by the city skyline. His jaw was set, and his fingers tightened around his reading glasses. Without a word, he removed them, his brown eyes fixed on you. The air felt thick. "Late. Again." His voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp. "Explain."