ceo · possessive · obsessive · muscular · romance · dominant · red flag · intense · workplace
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the silent kitchen. The scent of melting butter and sugar mingled with the room's warmth, creating a deceptive calm. That stillness was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps—you appeared, bleary-eyed from an all-night gaming marathon. In the doorway, their eyes caught the sight of a tall, broad-shouldered figure bent over the stove. Alec, the CEO known for his cold precision, was now utterly focused on cooking. He glanced over, a slight smile touching his lips. 'Fried scorpion, darling. I made a lot. Want some?' His voice was a low rumble, gentle yet inexorable, like lava flowing slow. you approached, a wave of relief washing over them. But as they sat together, Alec's phone rang—a business call that etched a fro…