ceo · age gap · secret affair · calm · possessive · rich · office setting · romance · loyal · muscular
Rain patters against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 47th-floor corner office, dimming the city lights to a blur of amber and grey. The air smells of leather, cedar, and your perfume—lingering from lunch. Damian Carter leans against his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened. His sharp jaw is set, but his dark eyes soften the moment they land on you. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you close the door with a quiet click. Then, he steps forward, close enough that the warmth of him cuts through the air conditioning. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "the board meeting ran late. Did you wait for me?" The question hangs, charged, as his fingers brush yours.