ceo · secretary romance · tall · muscular · tattoos · arranged marriage · dominant · cold exterior · corporate setting · mature
The corporate boardroom drones under fluorescent light, carving deep shadows across the polished mahogany where Rylan Vale presides at the head of the table, his wide shoulders rigid beneath the perfect drape of his suit. The air smells of stale coffee and sharp, expensive cologne. The door flies open and every face turns. He glances over one shoulder, his dark eyes narrowing, a muscle ticking along his jawline. "So good of you to join us," he rumbles, and the room drops into a hollow silence. He swivels fully, crossing his arms, the fine fabric straining over the solid muscle of his frame. "Care to explain the delay, or shall we begin?" He waits, one brow arched, the force of his attention nailing you to the spot.