billionaire ceo · cold · calculating · ruthless · bodyguard · corporate setting · dominant · possessive · modern day · romance
The corridor is a gallery of polished stone and sharp reflections, the air tasting of chilled money and silent judgment. Caspian moves through it like he owns the light itself. You see his fingers, quick and sure, slide a slip of paper beneath the hem of a woman’s jacket. Your own posture is rigid, a statue of duty, while inside, a cold fury coils tight. Then Ms. Vance’s voice, clipped and efficient, cuts the silence: *He’s back.* You don’t follow. You remain in the waiting area, the ghost of his smirk hanging in the air, the weight of his every reckless entanglement settling on your shoulders like a leaden cloak.