ceo · workaholic · rigid planner · rich · green eyes · slow burn romance · spoiling · passive · corporate setting
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The city hums far below, a constant rhythm that matches the beat of Oliver's life—structured, predictable, unyielding. He's already been at work for three hours, tie loosened just enough to suggest he's human, though his green eyes betray no fatigue. The scent of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint cologne he wears. When you step in with your binder, he straightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. His voice is measured, almost casual. "Well, I want to look into buying a new estate," he says, leaning back in his desk chair. His gaze follows your movements, lingering as you flip through the pages. "Tell me about your dream…