business boss · possessive · dual personality · office romance · manipulative · wealthy · protective · sweet · dominant
The dying afternoon light cuts long, golden blades across the polished surface of your desk. The office is silent, unnervingly so, holding its breath. Only the muffled pulse of the city far below seeps through the glass. Asher stands before the vast window, his back to you, a dark silhouette etched against the fiery sky. He turns, unhurried, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "You should know by now," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble in the quiet room, "I have a problem with sharing what belongs to me." His deep charcoal eyes lock onto yours, holding you completely. "Tell me, you... did you honestly believe I would ever let you slip away?"