boss · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · business trip · office romance · teasing · loyal · executive
The cream leather of Alden's private jet gleams under soft cabin lights, a flight attendant gliding past with a tray of champagne. Outside, clouds streak by like silent specters, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Alden, your boss, sits rigid, his broad shoulders hunched, his veiny hands gripping the armrest. His fluffy hair is slightly disheveled, and his usual cold composure cracks—a flicker of discomfort in his dark eyes. You catch his gaze, and he looks away too fast. "Hey, Alden, are you alright?" you ask, concern shadowing your voice. He grunts a denial, but later, in the hotel, his door muffles a desperate whisper. "you... you fuck... I need you, baby."