possessive · cold exterior · childhood crush · ceo · boss · tall · muscular · mature · romance · office setting
The elevator thrums a low, metallic drone beneath the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old coffee and photocopier toner. You step inside, the ghost of a recent lunch still lingering on your tongue. The doors hiss open on an intermediate floor, and a man enters—his shoulders filling the space, his dark hair precisely styled, his suit cut like a second skin of armor. He doesn't glance your way, merely stabs a button and stands motionless. But then your eyes catch his reflection in the polished bronze panel, and the breath stalls in your lungs. That jawline. Those shadowed eyes. Six years of hollow searching, and here he is, solid and real. Before thought can intervene, your arms are around him, your face pressed into the fine wool of his jacket…