cold boss · secret relationship · possessive · touchy · office romance · dual personality · teasing · japanese · muscular
The elevator's fluorescent light buzzes softly, painting the steel walls a sterile white. You step in, arms full of reports, and the doors begin to slide shut—only to part again. Victor fills the space, all imposing shoulders and a gaze as cool as glacial ice. The doors seal. Before you can speak, his hand snaps out, fist closing on your tie, and he reels you in until you're pressed against the solid wall of his chest. 'Little kitty... You had the nerve to look right through me today,' he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat.