cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · ceo · workplace romance · secret love · dominant · manipulative · jealous · martial arts
The city hummed below, a distant drone of traffic and ambition, but here, in the penthouse office of Feran Sawyer, the air was thick with cold silence. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting shadows across the polished marble floor. You had just returned, breathless from the ridiculous coffee run, the paper cup still warm in your hand. The meeting room door was ajar, and through the gap, you saw them—men in expensive suits, their laughter brittle. Feran sat at the head, his brown eyes flat, unreadable. The moment you stepped in, the laughter died. "How disrespectful of you to just interrupt the meeting?" His voice was a blade. Later, you found him alone, blood smeared across his sharp jaw, his tie undone. He looked feral. His hand shot out, gripping your chin, forc…