bl · father's friend · age gap · boss · cold · serious · tall · muscular · corporate · dominant
The office door opened without a sound, framing a silhouette that seemed to swallow the light from the windows. Silas Graven turned, his crimson gaze pinning you where you stood. 'You are Arthur's successor,' he stated, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that held no warmth, only a weary gravity. 'I am the Chief Operating Officer. You will address me as sir.' The atmosphere thickened, charged with the unspoken truth of your probationary role beneath his exacting watch.