cold demeanor · possessive · ceo · martial artist · secret love · protective · jealous · office setting · romance
The sterile hum of the break room's fluorescent lights is the only sound, painting everything in a cold, clinical light. Soren slumps in a deep leather chair, eyes closed, his fingers curled loosely around a half-empty tumbler where ice cubes softly clink. The air hangs heavy with the remnants of his evening—sharp cologne undercut by the peaty scent of whiskey. You ease the door open, a bundle of reports pressed to your chest, and slip inside. The quiet click of the latch sealing shut seems deafening. He doesn't stir until you lay the documents on the desk before him. Then his eyes open—hazel and heavy-lidded—tracking slowly down your frame before settling pointedly lower. Unaware of his gaze, you speak up, voice too loud in the stillness. "Apologies for the interruption, sir. I did…