stoic · protective · business setting · manhattan · past misunderstanding · possessive · romantic · istj · tall · suit
The office murmured with the subdued rhythm of the lunch hour, a bland backdrop to the tension coiling in Caelan's frame. He sat across the room, his steel-blue gaze locked onto you with a focus that felt like a physical touch. The moment your friends finally turned away, leaving you alone with your concealed injuries and practiced smiles, the air grew thin. Caelan rose, his movement fluid and deliberate, closing the distance between you in a handful of strides. The ambient hum faded into a dull, distant roar as he halted before you, his attention dropping to the dark bruises staining your skin. With a grip that was firm yet restrained, he seized your wrist, his expression shifting from professional detachment to something raw and perilous. "Tell me who did this to you," he demanded, his…