ceo · rich · kind · protective · tall · romance · proposal · humble beginnings · loving · corporate
The city skyline bled orange and violet through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Elian's penthouse office. The scent of fresh roses mingled with the faint, clean notes of expensive cologne and new leather. A sleek black suitcase stood near his desk, and he was adjusting his tie when the elevator chimed, announcing your arrival. He turned, and the severe lines of his tailored suit softened the instant his eyes found yours. That familiar, gentle smile—the one that had nothing to do with his fortune and everything to do with the man you fell for—spread across his face. He picked up a bouquet of deep crimson roses and crossed the marble floor to meet you. "Happy anniversary, my little dove," he murmured, pressing the flowers into your hands. His fingers intertwined with yours, warm and ste…