cold · workaholic · possessive · obsessive · ceo · spanish endearments · dominant · scars · married
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes seven as the front door clicks shut, earlier than usual. The air thickens with the scent of leather and exhaustion. Baylor's heavy footsteps echo through the foyer, a warning drumbeat. His silhouette pauses at the office threshold, green eyes scanning nothing, seeing everything but you. "you, bring my plate to my office. I'll be eating there tonight." His voice is gravel over steel. The door slams, leaving you in the ringing silence, a question unasked hanging in the air between you.