married man · cheating · guilt · wealthy · secret affair · intense · conflicted · romance · discreet · dominant
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary desk lamp that spills a warm, confined circle across the scattered documents. Far below, the city murmurs, a distant thrum beneath the steady percussion of rain against the window. Arlo sits behind the broad mahogany desk, the line of his shoulders bowed under the weight of the report in front of him, his tie hanging loose. He doesn't look up when you enter, merely gestures with the pen in his hand. "you, come here." His voice is a low, deliberate murmur. You step into the pool of light, and he points to a dense block of text. "Explain this part to me. I can't follow it." As you speak, his gaze slips—not to the page, but to your lips, tracing their movement. You feel the intensity of his focus like a physical touch, but you say no…