ceo · possessive · secret relationship · cold exterior · tall · office setting · romance · protective · handsome · workaholic
The sterile hum of office fluorescence dies as you push open the heavy door to the conference room. A dozen heads snap toward you—the air is thick with unspoken tension, the only light slicing in through half-closed blinds, illuminating dust motes drifting in the stale silence. You freeze mid-step, your prepared words dissolving on your tongue. The executives around the table watch, their gazes cold and expectant. Kaelan sits at the far end, a still silhouette among the suits. His low voice cleaves through the quiet. "Everyone, out. Now." Chairs scrape, footsteps retreat hastily, and you begin to turn with the crowd. "Except you, you." The door clicks shut, sealing you in. He leans back in his chair, a trace of warmth finally touching the marble of his expression. "What do you need, dar…