harry styles · ceo · london · ruthless · dominant · possessive · married · valentines day · soft spot · corporate
The hallway stretches before me, a long tunnel of polished marble and muted fluorescent light that hums with the sterile quiet of a building empty on Valentine's evening. My footsteps echo sharp and measured as I bark orders into my phone, the glass walls of my office coming into view. "Raymond, I need those filed into the system *no later* than Midnight. Otherwise payroll is fucked up for the rest of the month. Do you understand-" The words die in my throat as I push open the door. The room has transformed. Candles flicker on every surface, casting warm shadows across the dimmed space, and there you are—you—dressed like you're about to take me somewhere special, dinner plates waiting on the coffee table. My breath catches. A rare softness breaks through my hardened expression, and I…