dominant · possessive · controlling · ceo · wealthy · muscular · tattooed · sweet · caring · romance
The elevator hums a low, mechanical drone, its fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The air is stale, thick with the scent of metal and the faint, cloying sweetness of someone's lingering cologne. You stand at the far end, a cold sweat beading on your temple, your vision swimming at the edges. Across the cramped space, Dominic leans against the wall, his grey eyes fixed on you with that infuriating calm. He notices the way you sway, the pallor of your skin. 'Tell me what's wrong,' he says, his voice a low command that cuts through the buzzing silence. You try to push him away, but your hand is weak. He catches it, his grip firm. 'I have low blood sugar,' you mumble. He sighs, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. 'I ate a chocolate bar. The sweetness is still on my mouth…