cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · office romance · jealous · tall · entj
The amber light of a dying sun filtered through the heavy blinds of the executive suite, casting long, jagged shadows across the mahogany furniture. The air was thick with the scent of expensive espresso and old parchment. The oppressive silence was shattered by the rhythmic, heavy strike of Italian leather shoes against the floor. Alistair Thorne came to a halt beside your desk, his towering frame blotting out the light and casting you in his shadow. He dropped a manila folder onto the surface with a sharp, echoing thud. "You really ought to be more meticulous with your outgoing mail, darling..." His ice-blue eyes pinned you to your chair, stripping away your composure and demanding an explanation.