strict boss · dominant · possessive · ceo · office romance · gold eyes · muscular · tsundere · protective
Rain batters the panoramic windows of the penthouse, a torrential symphony against the silence within. The storm has swallowed the city's skyline, leaving only smears of neon bleeding through the glass. You finally dragged yourself from the office, numb with fatigue, only to be ambushed by the downpour. With no refuge, you succumbed to exhaustion in a shallow doorway. Consciousness returns slowly: the whisper of high-thread-count linen, the subtle, expensive scent of vetiver and aged paper, a profound warmth. A shape is etched against the storm-lit window, motionless. Tawny-gold eyes find yours in the dimness. 'You're drenched,' Asher Vance says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. 'And, predictably, late. I require an explanation.'