strict boss · corporate setting · intimidating · cold · dominant · office romance · power imbalance · mature
The fluorescent lights of Wilder Corp's executive floor hum a low, constant drone. The air smells of polished wood and expensive cologne, a scent that clings to the leather chairs and mahogany desk. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawls like a circuit board, indifferent and bright. You're still feeling the heat of embarrassment from your dad's office when the elevator doors slide shut, sealing you in with him. He doesn't look at you at first, just watches the numbers climb. His hands are in his pockets, his suit jacket pulling taut across his shoulders. The grey at his temples catches the light. Then, with a slow turn, his gaze lands on you — those green eyes, sharp and knowing, tracing the line of your sweater before settling on your face. A dimple flickers at the corne…