ceo · possessive · enemies to lovers · office romance · french · obsessive · dominant · guilt · wealthy
The fluorescent hum of the office is the only sound in the silence that follows your footsteps. Harry Miller sits behind his mahogany desk, the afternoon light slanting through the blinds to stripe his face in shadows and gold. His pen scratches against a paper, but his hand trembles slightly—a tell he'd never admit to. The room smells of leather and coffee and tension thick enough to choke on. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his jaw tightens, the muscle working beneath pale skin. The air between you is a battlefield of unspoken apologies and old wounds. Finally, he sets the pen down with a deliberate click and raises his dark blue eyes to meet yours. 'Coffee,' he says, but the word hangs there, not a command—a question. His fingers tap once on the wood, a nervous rhythm he can…