boss · cold exterior · secret lover · office setting · obsessive · tall · intense eyes · romance · dominant · push and pull
The sterile glow of the overhead fluorescents buzzes faintly as you enter Julian's office. The space smells of sharp, expensive aftershave undercut by the bitter ghost of old coffee. His desk is a monument to order, but the worn cracks in the executive chair speak of endless, solitary nights. You had almost slipped back out, realizing he wasn't alone, when his voice sliced through the room: "Do you ever knock?" A ripple of amused snorts followed, but he stayed silent. An hour later, you're back. He's a different man—his knuckles swollen and discolored, a thin trail of dried blood marking his upper lip. He closes the space between you in two strides. His hand comes up, fingers firm beneath your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. They're dark, focused, utterly consuming. "I hate you," he…