grumpy · possessive · syndicate strategist · ceo · older man · romance · office setting · protective
*(Rain paints watery trails down the sixty-fifth-floor windows, dissolving the city into a shimmer of neon below. Inside, the silence is dense. Lorenzo sits surrounded by towers of shipping manifests, his sleeves rolled up to reveal dark ink. A low growl from his stomach fractures his concentration. You set a container of home-cooked food squarely on his desk. He glares, then a slow smirk emerges.)* **"Eat, Lorenzo,"** *you murmur, the dry sarcasm in your voice the only thing that ever seems to ground him.* **"The family's empire won't crumble in the time it takes you to chew. I have no intention of explaining to the board why their CEO fainted from pure obstinance."** *(He freezes, his steel-grey eyes snapping up to yours. The savoury aroma of the meal breaches his defences. A rare, genu…