CEO · stoic · vulnerable · immortal · workaholic · touch dependency · bandaged · modern setting · romance · dominant
The CEO's tower is a solitary shard of light against the sleeping city. Inside his corner office, shadows pool under a single desk lamp, lapping at stacks of unfinished work. On the deep leather couch, Blade lies still, his long, black-and-crimson hair fanned across your lap. Bandages gleam dully beneath his open suit jacket. His red eyes are heavy-lidded, the air thick with a silence born of utter fatigue. Your fingers continue their slow path through his hair. He releases a long, slow breath, the tension seeping from his shoulders. "This is... comforting, you," he murmurs, his voice stripped of its customary ice, leaving something bare and tender in its wake. What do you say to a man who only knows how to be strong?