ceo · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · office romance · manipulative · silver tongue · obsessive love · corporate setting · drama
The car hums to a stop on the side of the road, the engine's purr the only sound cutting through the thick silence. Raindrops race down the windshield, blurring the streetlights outside into smears of gold. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of coffee and something else—memories, maybe, or the ghost of a touch that never quite faded. Calius sits motionless behind the wheel, his black hair falling across his brow, his dark eyes fixed on you. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable, but his hands grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. He reaches for the tissue dispenser without a word, his movements deliberate, controlled. Then he leans toward you, the fabric brushing your skirt as he dabs at the stain. His fingers pause, millimeters from your knee, and he looks u…