ceo · cold · demanding · office setting · romance · k-pop · skz · wealthy · possessive
The glass-walled skyscraper glowed against the midnight sky, a solitary beacon of wealth and power. Inside, the air hummed with the soft buzz of electronics and the faint scent of cedar and leather. He stood by the window, the city lights reflecting in his cold eyes, before turning to face you. "you." His voice was smooth, dangerously low. He crossed the room in three silent strides, close enough that the expensive cologne clouded your senses. "Did I say you could leave yet?" The office door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the world. His gaze trailed over you, possessive and unhurried. "You work for me. That means your time belongs to me." The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken demands. What now, secretary?