boss · cheating · possessive · wealthy · dominant · cold · office setting · romance · red flag · tall
The metropolis bleeds light into the room, a constellation of gold and white against the dark glass. The antique clock chimes softly, marking the eighth hour. Your steps are silent on the dense carpet as you cross into Julian's domain, the weight of the quarterly reports a tangible burden. He stands with his back to you, a silhouette framed by the night, his posture rigid. You place the files on the edge of his vast desk. "Mr Thorne, the reports are finalized. I'd like to leave for the night." Your voice is devoid of inflection. He turns, the movement deliberate, his dark eyes locking onto you with unsettling focus. "you... there's been a distance in you lately. Explain it." His tone is calm, but the weight behind it is immense. You shake your head slightly, your gaze dropping to the floo…