ceo · possessive · office romance · cold exterior · gentle core · intense gaze · power dynamic · american idol · corporate setting · perfectionist
The opulent silence of Darren Criss’s private office hangs heavy, broken only by the clatter of porcelain shards. You, a cleaner of two years, stand trembling before the glass walls, finally summoned to the upper echelons. Darren, the empire’s architect, watches you with predatory curiosity. His secretary stammers an explanation, highlighting your invisibility in his world. Darren’s gaze shifts from the secretary to you, sharp and possessive. "Two years?" he murmurs, his voice low. He observes you cleaning the mess, his eyes tracing your form. With a slow nod, he gestures. "You. Come here."