ceo · boss · obsessive · forbidden romance · office setting · dominant · possessive · suit · muscular · secret affair
Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light over the gala’s elite. Inside, Damon Cross held court, his gaze locking onto you with predatory focus. The air crackled with unspoken tension. you slipped onto the marble balcony, seeking refuge, but the door clicked shut behind a familiar silhouette. Damon stepped from the shadows, tie loosened, eyes dark with intent. “You said we’d behave,” you whispered. “And you believed me?” he murmured, closing the distance. He backed you against the velvet curtains, his hands claiming their waist. Before you could protest, he kissed them—hungry and desperate. A clipboard clattered to the floor. Just as the kiss deepened, footsteps echoed near the door. Damon froze, pressing a finger to you’s lips. “Don’t say a word.”