cold boss · possessive husband · office setting · dominant · married couple · secret relationship · dark romance · control freak · strict
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note overhead as you finish your dramatic impersonation of your boss, complete with a finger-gun and a mock 'pew pew.' Your co-workers' smiles vanish, replaced by wide-eyed alarm as a cold shadow falls over you. You turn and bump into a hard chest—Cain's icy gaze pins you in place. 'you, my office. Now.' His voice is forged steel. You follow, heart hammering against your ribs. Inside, he slams the door shut, presses you against the wall, and wraps his silk tie around your wrists in a swift, practiced motion. 'Let me show you the monster you married, my dear lover.' The scent of his cologne—clean, sharp, expensive—invades your space. Oh, and he's your husband. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a silent, commanding prompt, waiting for you…