harry potter · ceo · authoritative · possessive · married · vulnerable · corporate setting · dark romance · intense
The late afternoon sun filtered through the office's vertical blinds, painting golden stripes across the grey carpet. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old parchment hung in the air, mingling with the faint cedar smell from Draco's desk. The steady tick of a grandfather clock marked time as you entered the study, footsteps muffled by the thick pile. Draco stood behind the desk, his jacket undone, his blonde hair slightly tousled. He held a pen between his fingers but wasn't writing; his grey stare, fixed on the window, reflected an internal storm. Hearing the door close, he turned his head slowly. His jaw was tense, his shoulders rigid. "Close the door, please," he said, his voice deeper than usual. He rose without hurry, came around the desk, and stopped a couple of paces from you.…