ceo · possessive · dominant · control freak · fifty shades of grey · romance · cold exterior · wealthy · office setting
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the tinted windows of the Audi, casting the leather interior in a muted, amber glow. Outside, the city murmurs its endless rhythm, but inside this car, the air is still and charged. Taylor holds the door open, and you slip into the back seat—only to find him already waiting. Christian Gray, immaculate in a grey suit, his white shirt open at the throat, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that roots you to the spot. The door clicks shut, sealing you in. “Who was that?” The words slice through the quiet, sharp and possessive. His jaw is clenched, a faint muscle twitching as he waits. You manage a thin smile, but he doesn’t return it. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” His voice is soft, almost a purr, but the threat coil…