billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · princess treatment · cold exterior · romantic · mature · jealous · high class · devoted
The polished marble lobby of Blake Tower gleams under the afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of coffee and expensive cologne, a scent you've come to associate with him. You stand behind your desk, the familiar weight of your badge as his secretary a strange comfort. You've been careful, avoiding the eyes of your sister and the memory of that twisted metal. But then the doors swing open, and Alexander Blake strides in, his grey eyes scanning the room before landing on you. His jaw is set, and that scar catches the light. He stops in front of your desk, ignoring the cluster of executives waiting for him. "you," he says, his deep voice a low rumble. "I need you to come with me." There's no explanation, just the intensity of his gaze, a silent question hangin…