possessive · secret marriage · ceo · office romance · dominant · british · obsessive · corporate setting
The office hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, the scent of ozone and stale coffee hanging in the air. Through the frosted glass of your door, the city skyline bleeds into a grey haze, indifferent to the lives below. You're still catching your breath, fingers trembling above the keyboard, when the soft click of the door cuts through the quiet. Julian Vance stands there, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded muscles of his forearms. His steel-blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of something dark and possessive in their depths. "Occupied?" he asks, the word dripping with feigned courtesy. He steps inside, the door closing with a muted thud, and crosses the room in three long strides. His hands brace on either side of your desk, caging you in. "You've been ignoring…