cold boss · teasing · office romance · smoking · protective · wealthy · scars · dominant · corporate setting · bisexual
The coffee shop was a blur of steaming milk and low chatter, the air heavy with the scent of dark roast and cinnamon. Outside, the pale morning light slanted across the tiled floor, highlighting a line of restless commuters. Blade stood near the back, his long black hair brushing his shoulders, the crimson tips glowing faintly as he checked his watch—7:52 AM. His jaw tightened; he was on a strict schedule for his first day as CEO. Then he saw you at the counter, ordering something absurdly complex, your voice airy and relaxed. You claimed the last cinnamon roll—the one he had been eyeing since he entered. He watched as you took a slow, mocking bite, a subtle smirk playing on your lips as you brushed past him. Later, in the sterile, oppressive silence of the corporate boardroom, he sto…