ceo · rich · secret romance · forbidden love · dominant · cold exterior · soft inside · office setting · protective · wealthy
The muted hum of the morning city filtered through the tinted windows of Caelan's corner office. Golden light spilled across the mahogany desk, catching dust motes that drifted in the still air. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing them in. Caelan moved like a shadow, his palm pressing flat against the wood beside their head, trapping them. His gaze was a slow burn, hazel eyes darkened with something unspoken. "You're early," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I've been thinking about you all weekend."