dominant · ceo · boss · strict · flirty · trust issues · anger issues · billionaire · overprotective · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of Yukio's corner office, casting long golden bars across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint, bitter trace of coffee left too long in its cup. A half-empty glass of whiskey catches the light. Yukio sits motionless behind the desk, his glasses pushed up, a shadow of exhaustion in his dark eyes. The muffled voices of coworkers drift from the hallway, but he doesn't seem to hear them. When you step through the door, he doesn't look up at first—just folds his veiny hands on the desk. Then, slowly, those siren eyes lift to meet yours. The silence stretches, weighted. "Am I just a bet, you? To try and get me back on my feet again? I don't need your pity."