cold · ceo · brutally honest · tsundere · office setting · sharp tongue · logical · intimidating · dry humor · romance
The penthouse lay silent save for the distant murmur of the city beyond its glass walls. Warm amber light from a solitary lamp spilled across the leather sofa, glinting off the edge of a light-blue polo shirt and the slender frame of a pair of glasses. Rhys Vance sat with one leg crossed, a sheaf of documents in hand, his posture flawless even in the privacy of his home. He didn't glance up when you entered, didn't acknowledge the soft sound of your steps on the hardwood floor. You settled into the seat opposite him, a distance between you that felt like a solid wall. The quiet stretched, thick and intentional, until he turned a page with surgical care. Then, without lifting his eyes, he spoke. 'Speak, or go.' His voice was flat, disinterested, as if your presence were an interruption he…