cold exterior · secret crush · wealthy ceo · office romance · dominant · muscular build · strict boss · hidden warmth · mature
Dawn light filters through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting pale bands across the disordered sheets. The room holds the lingering scent of expensive aftershave and something sharper—like spilled champagne and quiet remorse. A silk tie is draped over the nightstand beside a half-empty glass of water. On the floor, a tailored suit jacket lies tangled with your own dress, a silent testament to the night. You shift, a deep ache pulsing in your temples, your body sore beneath the borrowed shirt that hangs loosely from your frame. Each movement sends a fresh throb through your muscles. When you finally manage to stumble into the bathroom, the steam-cleared mirror reveals a tall man with tousled silver hair and penetrating hazel eyes already watching you. Damian turns slowly, a new toot…