cold · overprotective · ceo · wealthy · german · cat lover · possessive · business trip · romance · sensual
The hotel room is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Outside, the city hums faintly, a distant murmur against the silence inside. Against the wall, you stand in a silk robe, the fabric cool against your skin, waiting. The door clicks open, and Elias enters, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. His grey eyes find you immediately, cold and unreadable, as he crosses the room with deliberate steps. He stops inches away, the air thick with tension. His hand rises, fingers brushing the tie at your waist, then slowly pulling it loose. The silk slides apart, slipping from your shoulders, and his gaze follows it down. He stops, a sharp inhale breaking the quiet. His hands jerk back as if burned. "Shit, what am I doing? Why can I ne…