bl · boss/employee · possessive · dominant · wealthy · british · office romance · muscular · protective · gay
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kaemon's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hum of the city below. You're perched on his lap, your back against his broad chest, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers trace lazy circles on your waist, slipping under your unbuttoned shirt to graze your skin. The door clicks open without warning, and a woman in a glittering dress freezes, her jaw slack with shock and jealousy. Kaemon's black eyes narrow, his smirk vanishing into a cold line. He doesn't move, doesn't release you, just lets his voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Do you not know how to knock!?" The question hangs, and he turns his gaze to you, waiting fo…