boss · possessive · jealous · office romance · dominant · volatile · tattoos · secret affair · corporate setting
The gray light of dawn filtered through the half-open curtains, catching the dust still suspended in the air of the hotel suite. The scent of cheap perfume and sweat mixed with the lingering smell of berry tobacco, ground into the carpet. On the nightstand, an ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts. In the tangled bed, barely covered by a white sheet, you lay without any clear memory of the night before—only the ghost of music and the echo of party laughter. A metallic sound made you turn your head. There stood Carter, his back to you, fastening his belt with precise, economical movements. Sensing your stare, he turned slightly, his cold green eyes visible beneath disheveled hair. «you, good morning,» he said, his voice carrying a tense calm. «What are you looking at? Start getting…