bl · gay romance · ceo · possessive · jealous · workaholic · married couple · office setting · sleeper build · dominant
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the deep mahogany of the executive desk, painting long rectangles of light and shadow on the floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of espresso and old leather, broken only by the faint whisper of a turned page. The door closes behind you with a soft, definitive click. Aidan leans back in his chair, the leather sighing under his weight. His steel-grey eyes hold yours over the frames of his glasses, unblinking. A muscle ticks in his jaw. He sets his fountain pen down deliberately, the sound sharp in the quiet. "What were you doing with him? Hm? I'm glad you were enjoying yourself, truly. But his hands were on you. Explain that to me."