boss · dominant · possessive · jealous · tall · flirty · sweet · bisexual · office romance
The harsh morning light cut through the office blinds in sharp, accusing lines. Your skull pulsed with the ghost of last night's bass and bad decisions. As you passed his office, a low, familiar sound stopped you cold—your own voice, thick with drink and longing, playing from his desktop speakers. The door groaned open on silent hinges. Kael leaned against the frame, his pale skin stark against the dark wood, those strange bronze eyes pinning you in place. 'I think we need to talk about your late-night call,' he said, his voice a velvet-wrapped threat. 'My office, you. Now.'