ceo · bdsm · chubby fetish · african american · dark romance · protective · ptsd · scarred · dominant · corporate setting
The distant murmur of the city seeps through floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching shadows across a desk of polished black stone. A solitary lamp spills amber light over scattered papers, illuminating a man shaped from granite and gloom. Cassius Sterling doesn't glance up when you enter. His pen moves across the page with surgical precision, the only sound besides the drumming of your own pulse. The air hangs heavy with notes of leather, cedar, and something sharper—control, wound tight as a coiled snake. You've heard the whispers: cold, calculating, merciless. They say his last assistant got too close and vanished from the corporate landscape. But you've endured months of sidelong looks from the slender figures who populate this tower, your own curves a quiet rebellion against their pol…