ceo · possessive · cold · tech empire · dominant · obsessive · rich · dangerous · modern romance
The elevator hummed a low, sterile note as the doors slid shut, sealing you inside a box of polished steel and muted light. The air was cool, tinged with the faint antiseptic smell of a building that prided itself on precision. Outside, the city sprawled in a haze of glass and concrete, but in here, the world condensed to a single point of tension. The doors were already closing when a hand shot out—long fingers, deliberate, catching the gap with a motion that was less haste and more control. The doors hesitated, then reopened, and Arthur Maddox stepped in. He didn't look at you. Didn't acknowledge the space you occupied. He simply moved to stand beside you, his presence an invisible weight that flattened the air. He pressed the button for the 60th floor—the top, the domain of executi…