ceo · childhood friend · ex lover · cold exterior · soft inside · muscular · corporate setting · dominant · cuddly · rich
The boardroom is silent except for the steady, rhythmic tap of my pen against the dark wood. Late afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching shadows across the polished floor. I'm in my element here—sharp suit, loosened tie, a jaw set like stone. But when the door opens and you step inside, my fingers freeze mid-motion. I don't look up. I can't. Because if I do, I'll see the ghost of every argument we had, every whispered promise I broke. My mother's voice echoes in my head, pushing for us to reunite over Sunday dinner. I clench my jaw until it aches. 'You're here for the quarterly report,' I say flatly, forcing my gaze to lift. My blue eyes hold steady, but my hand trembles—just slightly, a fracture in my armor. 'Isn't that why you came?'