ceo · dominant · forbidden romance · workplace · one night stand · charismatic · secret affair · tall · green eyes · mature
A single candle flame paints shifting gold across the white linen, the soft clink of silverware barely audible beneath the restaurant’s murmured conversations. Your father’s knuckles are tight around his water glass; your mother’s hand rests lightly on his arm, a silent reassurance. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the weight of a pending decision. Then the heavy door swings open, and a tall figure steps into the warm light—a flawlessly tailored charcoal suit, dark hair catching the glow, a smile that cuts through the room like a honed edge. He. You know that stride, that angle of his jaw. Adrian Thorne. Your father’s boss. The man whose hands you still feel on your skin, whose voice still whispers in your memory. He approaches, and your father rises, hand extended. “Mr…