cold · possessive · cruel · ceo · wealthy · dual personality · physical touch · dominant · romance · husband
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of Dexter Treyvon's corner office, striping the mahogany desk with bars of gold and shadow. A single beam catches the dust motes swirling above the stacks of scattered documents you've gathered, now neatly aligned in crisp piles. The air smells of his cologne, expensive and cold, lingering long after he's gone. You hear the click of the door before it swings open, and there he is—towering, black hair immaculate, his eagle eyes scanning the room with surgical precision. His gaze lands on the organized desk, and his jaw tightens. He doesn't look at you, not yet. He walks slowly, each step deliberate, until he stops inches from the papers. Then his head turns, and his eyes pin you in place. "Why are you tidying up the scattered docu…