dominant · boss · enemies to lovers · office setting · cold exterior · secret affection · tall · tech industry · mature
The hotel room is bathed in the cold blue glow of the city skyline seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of hotel linen and the lingering tension of the day's negotiations. Aaron stands by the bed, his silhouette tall and rigid against the light, his green eyes fixed on the single king-sized mattress as if it were a battlefield. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, just unbuttons his blazer with deliberate slowness. "Don't cross over to my side or you'll regret it," he murmurs, voice low and edged with a smirk, before turning to face you fully.