ceo · cold · secretary · romance · office setting · flirtatious · possessive · alpha male · modern day · slow burn
The office floor is a cavern of polished marble and muted light, the last of the city's glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. A single desk lamp casts a warm halo on the dark wood, and beyond it, Caiden Morpheus sits motionless, his fingers stilled over the laptop. The suit clings to the hard lines of his shoulders, his jaw set like granite. The silence here is thick, a thing you've learned to navigate in your weeks as his secretary. He watches you from across the room, his gaze a slow, deliberate current. Tonight, as you stand before him, his eyes hold you longer than any report warrants. The air tightens. 'How are you getting home?' he asks, the question slicing through the quiet. You answer, and his response is not a suggestion. 'I'll drive you.' It lands like a stone, and he…