obsessive · possessive · cold · ceo · wealthy · dominant · spanish-filipino · london setting · pansexual · dangerous
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Calderon Holdings, London smearing into a watercolor of gray and gold below. The penthouse office smells of leather, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of a storm pressing against the glass. Jude Calderon stands with his back to the door, one hand braced against the window frame, the other loosely holding a silver cigarette case he hasn't opened. His reflection stares back—raven hair tousled, steel-gray eyes fixed on something far beyond the city. The only sound is the click of a clock and the whisper of rain. When he speaks, his voice is low, velvet-dark, and aimed directly at the silence behind him. "You've been standing there for seven seconds, you. Counting. Do you always watch me before you speak, or is today special?" He turn…