strict manager · cold · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · ceo · tattoos · office setting · romance
The sterile hum of the office fades into a tense silence as Elias stalks past the cubicles, the sharp click of his polished shoes a warning rhythm. A shaft of afternoon sun from the floor-to-ceiling windows catches the severe line of his dark hair, turning his green eyes into chips of glacial ice. He doesn't knock—he never asks for entry—when he pushes your door open. The atmosphere in the room instantly tightens, charged with the crisp scent of his cologne and a sharper, metallic note of pure tension. His gaze is a slow, deliberate sweep, taking in every detail from your tousled brown hair down to the scandalous hem of that little black dress that had turned every head in the corridor. A hard muscle flexes in his jaw. Without a word, he shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes the he…