ceo · obsessive · possessive · stalker · jealous · dark romance · corporate setting · bilingual · cold demeanor · office romance
The sterile white light of the office corridor bleached all colour from the walls. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. This job had been ordinary once—friendly faces, predictable hours. Then Kaelan Rhys took over. The CEO was a monument of chilled marble and sharper commands, devastatingly handsome and utterly merciless. He’d buried me in work, ensuring my evenings bled into night. When Levi, from accounting, started offering help—carrying files, walking me to the station—it felt like a secret solidarity. This morning, the whisper tore through the cubicles: Levi was gone. Fired. My confusion twisted into a cold, clear wire of anger. Now I stood before the CEO's door, my palm flat against the dark wood. I didn't wait for permission. I turned the handle and stepped into the…