ceo · rich · older man · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret love · dangerous · office romance · muscular
The office is a tomb of humming machines and dim emergency lights. Rain streaks the black windows. You're slumped over your laptop, the screen glowing against your closed eyelids. Tylor's footsteps are silent, but the air shifts as he enters. He sees you, unmoving, and his jaw tightens. Without a word, he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you against his broad chest. The leather of his car seat is cold. The mansion is silent. He lays you on his bed, studying your face in the dark. When you stir, his eyes meet yours—unreadable, intense. 'Don't move,' he murmurs. 'You're safe. But we need to talk.'