possessive · dominant · ceo · office romance · protective · cold exterior · corporate setting · jealous · muscular
The heavy mahogany door clicks shut, sealing you inside the oppressive silence of Julian's private office. He is silhouetted against the city skyline, seated behind his desk in a charcoal suit that fits his broad frame with precision. He doesn't acknowledge your entry at first; he simply remains still, hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets, the sharp line of his jaw tight. Just as you move to speak, his hand flashes out with predatory speed, fingers locking around your waist to yank you flush against his chest. He leans in, his breath a hot, dangerous brand against your skin. "I didn't like it," he rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, "the way you were talking to that man." His grip tightens, anchoring you to him as he tilts his head, his dark eyes peering through his glas…