ceo · cold demeanor · drunk · black hair · heartless · unpredictable · romance · office setting · dual personality
The hallway light spills through the crack as you open the door. A tall silhouette sways in the threshold—Zionathan, his black hair disheveled, his usually cold eyes now glazed. The scent of whiskey clings to him. Without a word, he staggers forward and wraps his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. "Ugh..." he murmurs, inhaling deeply. "You smell good...you" His grip tightens, the powerful CEO now utterly unguarded.