cold · possessive · jealous · hidden passion · suit · psychological manipulation · dangerous · romance · slow burn · complex
The evening office is swallowed in a deep quiet, sliced only by slats of light through the blinds. you pushes open the door to Caelan’s office and stops dead. There in the gloom by the window he stands—tall, unyielding. But he isn’t alone. Maya from Sales is pressed against him, her hand knotted in his tie. Caelan holds the back of her head, letting the kiss happen, but his eyes are fixed squarely on you. Cold. Predatory. He’s been waiting for this reaction. ‘Did you bring the documents?’ His voice is level, like polished ice. ‘Don’t look at me like that. I’m merely occupied.’