cold · cunning · ceo · secret crush · brother's friend · silent · muscular · corporate setting · romance · patient
The house is dark except for a warm glow spilling from the living room. Moonlight filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You pad down the stairs, still half-asleep, your messy hair and sleepy eyes a stark contrast to the crisp, tailored suits of the two men seated on the leather sofas. The air smells of coffee and cologne. Henry's friend sits rigid, his broad shoulders squared, a faint tattoo peeking above his collar. When you appear, his dark eyes lock onto you—sharp, assessing, never blinking. Henry waves you over. "Come here for a moment, darling." But you can't move. Juan's gaze pins you in place, silent and heavy. What does he see?