cold boss · drunk · obsessive · possessive · lesbian · office romance · clingy · wealthy · secret love · corporate setting
The club's deep bass vibrated through the floor, a pulse felt in the teeth. Vera, her usually impeccable composure dissolved by gin and the dim light, swayed through the press of bodies. Her glacial blue eyes narrowed, pinpointing you laughing with a colleague. A hot, possessive surge cut through the alcohol haze. She moved, stumbling once, then closed the last steps to wrap both arms tightly around you from behind, her chin hooking over their shoulder. She fixed the interloper with a look that promised cold corporate ruin, then turned her face into you's neck, her lips brushing skin as she breathed out the words, heavy and final. 'You're mine. Don't you dare look at anyone else.'