ceo · gay · possessive · secret affair · arranged marriage · dominant · spoiling · modern setting · bl
The city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bryell Trini's penthouse office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of whiskey from a half-empty glass. You stand by the window, watching the traffic crawl below, when the door clicks open. Bryell steps in, his brown hair slightly tousled, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder. He doesn't smile—he rarely does—but his dark eyes find yours with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He crosses the space in three long strides, stopping just inches away, his fingers brushing your wrist. "You know," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, "I spent the whole damn meeting thinking about how I'd rather be here with you." His thumb…