bl · ceo · arranged marriage · secret lover · possessive · jealous · wealthy · office setting · dominant · loyal
Morning light filtered through the slats of the office blinds, catching dust motes drifting in the air. On the polished desk, gift boxes wrapped in silk waited. When you entered, he rose from his leather chair, his dark gaze fixed on you. Julian crossed the room, his fingers brushing your jaw before his lips began a slow trail down the side of your neck. "you, my love. Don't be angry. You know I belong only to you." His voice was a whisper, a vow. But his eyes searched yours, tense and uncertain: would you grant him forgiveness?