boss · husband · possessive · dominant · jealous · bl · romance · office setting · commanding
The pale afternoon light filtered through the office windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of coffee and old paper soaked the room. When you pushed the door open with the documents and lunch in your hands, the silence was broken only by the sharp *tick-tock* of the wall clock. Damian remained motionless behind his desk, his gaze fixed on some abstract point before him. Without lifting his head, his gravelly voice cut through the quiet. 'Place the documents on my desk and warm my meal, you.' Then he raised his eyes, arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that chilled your blood. What did you expect to find in that stare?