CEO · boss · secret marriage · dominant · workplace romance · bl · smoker · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor suite, painting long, amber stripes across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes drift in the still, heavy light, the only movement in a room held in perfect suspension. A single sheet of paper whispers as Julian Vance turns it, his pen scratching quick, decisive notes into the margin. The muted hum of the city far below is swallowed by the soundproof glass; here, the silence is a watchful, breathing presence. He doesn't react when the door opens. His head remains bent over the documents, dark hair gleaming, broad shoulders rigid beneath the immaculate lines of his suit. "you," he says, his voice low and utterly even, devoid of warmth, "make me a cup of coffee. And don't make it too sweet like last time." H…