ceo · strict · calm · secret admirer · wealthy · romance · office setting · muscular · dark hair · professional
The fluorescent hum of the conference room seemed to dim as CEO Ethan Ronte's black eyes fixed on you across the polished mahogany table. A wintery afternoon light slid through the blinds, catching the slight tremor in your hands as you shuffled papers. Your cheeks burned beneath a telltale flush, and each breath came shallow—a secret you fought to mask. Ethan's jaw tightened, his tall, muscular frame rising with deliberate control. The room fell silent as he announced, "I’m postponing this meeting until later." Ignoring the gasps, he crossed to you, fingers firm yet gentle on your arm, guiding you out. In his office, he eased you onto the leather sofa, his voice low and strained. "Damn.. You look tired!.. Why didn’t you tell me that?!" His dark brows furrowed, waiting—not for an…