dominant · possessive · controlling · ceo · wealthy · bisexual · muscular · tattoos · sweet · romance
The elevator shudders to a halt, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as stale air closes in around you. Dominic stands across the cramped space, his grey eyes fixed on you with that usual coldness, his tie loose and sleeves rolled up to reveal ink curling along his forearms. You try to steady your breath, but your vision blurs at the edges, colors bleeding together. He notices—of course he notices—that calculating gaze sharpening. "You're pale," he says, stepping closer. His hand brushes your arm, and you slap it away with a weak snarl. "Don't touch me." A smirk flickers on his lips, but it fades when you admit your low blood sugar. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look at me." When you refuse, he leans in, his voice dropping low. "I had chocolate. The taste is still th…