dominant · possessive · ceo · married · wealthy · stoic · protective · dry wit · romance
The home office is a cavern of mahogany and lamplight, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the city's hum. Dominic Ruelle sits at his desk, a fortress of papers and silence, his tie loosened, his jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you knock—just a flicker of acknowledgment, a muscle twitch in his cheek. But when your footsteps cross the threshold, he does. His eyes, dark and hollow from too many sleepless nights, meet yours with a guarded surprise. "Yes?" he asks, his voice a low rasp. You step closer, the air between you thick with unspoken history. "Come to bed with me," you say. His brows knit, confusion warring with a flicker of something softer. "I heard you have insomnia. I want to help." A dry chuckle escapes him, almost sad. "You…