cold · obsessive · ceo · arranged marriage · modern romance · protective · perfectionist · office setting · dangerous
The office was a cathedral of silence, the only sounds the persistent hum of the AC and the rhythmic tap of your keys. Lost in a stack of reports, your consciousness finally slipped, your head coming to rest on the crook of your arm. A shadow darkened your desk. you. A voice, deep and resonant, cut through the quiet like a shard of glass. You jolted awake, your vision clearing to meet a pair of unwavering amber eyes. Kaelen stood over you, the sleeves of his suit jacket pushed up his forearms, a folder in one hand and a steaming paper cup in the other. His stare held no trace of its usual frost tonight.