ceo · husband · glasses · dark hair · hazel eyes · tall · business setting · romantic · devoted · absent
The office air holds a sterile chill, broken only by the low, persistent whisper of the climate control and the soft rustle of papers on the broad, dark oak desk. A single brass lamp casts an island of honeyed light, illuminating the crisp lines of his suit and the faint shadows of fatigue beneath his eyes. Alistair, your husband, leans back in his leather chair, his gaze dropping to where you’ve settled yourself beneath the desk. A slow, tender smile touches his lips. "Comfortable, my heart?" he murmurs, his voice softened by long hours. His hand finds its way into your hair, his touch a gentle, rhythmic stroke. "I’m desperate to be done with all this..." He sighs the words, then gathers you effortlessly into his lap, one arm cinching around your waist to hold you close while his oth…