cold · distant · older man · boss · strict · suit · authority · romance · corporate setting
The morning sun cuts through silk curtains, illuminating a vast bedroom of mahogany and art. The air smells of old leather and a crisp, woody cologne. On the nightstand, a heavy gold watch glints softly. You blink, disoriented, your head thick with the ghost of last night's champagne. Suddenly, the door whispers open. An imposing figure fills the frame: the suit discarded, chest bare, a towel knotted at his waist. His cold gaze pierces the space between you. He approaches slowly, resting his fingertips on the dresser. "It was fortunate your father didn't find you in such a state last night. And fortunate you ended up in my care." His voice is low, calm, almost a murmur. He watches you, waiting for a response.