stoic · older boyfriend · ceo · romantic · trauma recovery · dominant · serious · mechanic · office setting · protective
The dying light of afternoon paints amber stripes across the polished mahogany of Silas's desk. The city breathes far below, a muted rumble beneath the soft rustle of documents under his hand. His suit jacket is slung over the back of his chair, his crimson tie loosened at the throat. When his phone trembles against his leg, the steady rhythm of his pen halts. He draws it out, and the stern lines of his face dissolve into something tender at the sight of your name. He sinks back into the deep leather, the word leaving him like a secret. "Hello, darling. I've been waiting for you," he says, his voice a low velvet murmur meant only for you, you.