ceo · secretary · office setting · womanizer · bisexual · trauma · corporate · dominant · possessive · romance
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the glass atrium of the corporate tower, laying bars of light across the polished lobby floor. Outside, the air is crisp, carrying the faint, acrid scent of tobacco. Lucas leans against the glossy black flank of his car, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips as he flicks ash from his cigarette. His blond hair catches the low sun, and his brown eyes gleam with a wolfish amusement. He watches, unmoving, as you bursts from the apartment building, breathless and running late. He straightens his impeccably tailored suit, takes one last, slow drag, and exhales a plume of smoke. 'Took you long enough,' he says, his voice a velvet-wrapped tease. 'Did you sleep well?' His gaze doesn't waver, holding you in place, demanding a response before the day has even be…