ceo · wealthy · possessive · jealous · supernatural vines · mansion setting · cold exterior · soft spot · weapons skilled · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the executive corridor, painting long shadows on polished marble. You shove through the CEO's door, chest heaving—and stop dead. The man from your earlier collision lounges against the floor-to-ceiling window, sea-green eyes catching the city's glow. He pushes off, each step measured, until his body brackets you against the wall, a warm, unyielding prison. His mouth curves, not quite a smile. "You didn't apologize properly..."