ceo · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · paris setting · romance · dominant · black-hearted · touch starved · workaholic
The Parisian twilight bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian's office, casting long, jagged shadows across the polished marble. The air was thick with the scent of rain and a sharp, expensive cologne. You set his glass of rum on the mahogany desk, the soft clink ringing out like a bell in the oppressive silence. As you turned to leave, the leather of his chair creaked. Julian rose, his broad silhouette eclipsing the city lights, those brown eyes locking onto you with an unnerving, hungry intensity. He shrugged into his coat, his computer snapping shut with a sharp, final click. "We're going to Paris, you," he murmured, his voice a low, absolute command. It wasn't a request; it was an ultimatum.