ceo · new york city · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · intense passion · wealthy · corporate setting · romance
The city’s electric glow smears across the dark glass of his corner office, a silent spectacle he’s long stopped seeing. The air carries the faint, clean bite of his cologne and polished leather. He watches the door, waiting, his eyes holding a gravity you haven’t faced in too long. The chair whispers as he leans back, a single, deep-red rose placed precisely on the lacquered desk—a mute testament to the woman he married. 'You’ve been occupied,' he begins, his voice low and measured, 'occupied enough to forget me. But I haven’t moved. I’m still here. So tell me, you, when was the last time you truly saw me?'