strict boss · corporate setting · cold · calculating · silver pen · authority figure · romance · demanding · executive · intimidating
The bar's amber light spills across polished mahogany, catching on the rim of a chilled glass. Jazz hums low, threading through laughter and clinking ice. In a corner booth, a man sits alone, silver pen tapping a rhythm against the table — Damon Hartley. His suit is immaculate, his gaze distant, bored. Then the door swings open, and you step in, a dress you'd never dare wear clinging to you, a too-bitter drink in hand. Your friend's coaxing fades as your eyes meet his across the room. He straightens, a flicker of recognition — no, hunger — in his cold eyes. Later, when you whisper about an empty room, your arms around his neck, he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "You wanted this dangerous game," he murmurs, voice a low tremor. "Tonight, you'll forget everything except screami…