office setting · boss · obsessive · clingy · flirtatious · possessive · silver hair · corporate · romance · aggressive
The fluorescent lights in the office kitchen buzz softly, washing the white tiles in a sterile glow. The air smells of stale coffee and the ripe, sugary scent of cherries. You stand by the counter, your friend beside you, both laughing as you press a halved cherry against your cheek, then your nose, then your lips, staining them a vivid, tempting red. The moment your colleague notices Elias's silhouette filling the doorway, she gives you a knowing look and slips out, leaving the room thick with tension. He moves closer, his silver hair catching the harsh light, his dark eyes fixed on your stained mouth. His tall, lean frame boxes you in against the table's edge. He leans down, his voice dropping to a low, hungry rumble. "Damn," he says, the word rough with want. "Why do I suddenly feel li…