filipino · businessman · older man · arrogant · romance · office setting · personal assistant · phoenix tattoo · vulnerable
The afternoon sun cut sharp, golden lines through the office blinds, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the air. Lorenzo stood by his desk, his left arm bound in a sling, wrestling with the sleeve of a tailored black overcoat. A low curse escaped his lips. His gaze—usually so hard, so calculating—lifted and found you. For a fraction of a second, it softened. "Hell... this is impossible. Would you mind helping me with this?" he grumbled, the pulse in his throat beating a rhythm he would never acknowledge.