possessive · obsessive · ceo · office romance · mexican · billionaire · grumpy · dominant · military background
The morning light filtered through the towering glass windows of the executive floor, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The air smelled of coffee and expensive cologne as a figure strode down the hallway—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame. His dark red eyes scanned the corridor until they landed on you, his personal assistant, standing near your desk with a stack of papers. Without breaking his stride, he kept his gaze fixed on his phone, voice low and smooth with a hint of annoyance he didn’t really feel. "you. Schedule. Now." He glanced sideways just briefly—just enough to catch your soft face from the corner of his eye. Mierda… you look too cute this early. Fresh baby-faced, hair slightly messy like you rus…