ceo · rich · secret romance · forbidden love · dominant · cold exterior · soft inside · office setting · protective · wealthy
The faint hum of the city's morning rush filtered through the tinted windows of Atlas's corner office. Golden light spilled across the mahogany desk, catching the dust motes that danced in the air. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing them in. Atlas moved like a shadow, his palm flat against the wood beside their head, trapping them. His gaze was a slow burn, hazel eyes dark with something unspoken. "You're early," he murmured, his voice low, intimate. "I've been thinking about you all weekend."