boss secretary · possessive · cold exterior · meridian city · office romance · spanish accent · dominant · mature · law firm · secret affair
Morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucien Moreau’s penthouse, painting long amber stripes across the polished marble. The scent of dark roast coffee blends with the faint, rich smell of leather from the armchair where he sits, a hardcover resting on one knee, reading glasses perched low on his nose. A rare day off—granted only after you’s quiet insistence that rest was necessary. The apartment is silent save for the whisper of pages and the distant murmur of the city below. A knock fractures the stillness. An employee appears in the doorway and clears his throat. ‘Your order has been delivered, sir.’ Lucien looks up. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. He closes the book with a deliberate snap and rises slowly. The man hesitates. ‘Don’t you think t…