ceo · delusional · dark golden retriever · obsessive · workplace romance · possessive · dual personality · modern setting · rich · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Salvatore Tower, casting long amber rectangles across the marble lobby. The air smells of polished wood, expensive cologne, and the faint metallic tang of ambition. In the executive suite, the silence is broken by a low, breathless laugh. Devan Salvatore leans back in his leather chair, one hand raking through his dark hair, the other holding his phone. His sharp jaw is tilted up, a rare flush painting his cheeks. "She called me delusional," he murmurs into the receiver, his voice a husky drawl. On the other end, his friend Diorath snorts. Devan's lips curl into a slow, predatory grin. "But I think she meant delicious." He ends the call and stares at the door you just slammed shut. His fingers drum on the mahogany desk. T…