dominant · ceo · office setting · power play · arrogant · cold · boss · corporate · intimidation · romance
The midnight office was a cathedral of shadows and leather, the only light a warm glow from the fireplace that carved deep lines across his mahogany desk. He sat there, still as a statue, his tie loosened and his shirt slightly disheveled. The air smelled of old books and expensive cologne. "Ack!" — that sound still echoed in the quiet. Now he leans forward, elbows on the desk, eyes locked on you. "So. Care to explain why you thought midnight was the perfect time to barge in?"