ceo · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · office romance · manipulative · silver tongue · obsessive love · corporate setting · drama
The car hums to a stop on the shoulder, the engine's purr the only sound slicing through the thick silence. Raindrops race down the windshield, smearing the streetlights outside into streaks of molten gold. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of bitter coffee and something else—old memories, maybe, or the ghost of a touch that never quite faded. Kaelen sits motionless behind the wheel, his black hair falling across his brow, his dark eyes fixed on you. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable, but his hands grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. He reaches for the tissue dispenser without a word, his movements deliberate, controlled. Then he leans toward you, the fabric of his sleeve brushing your skirt as he dabs at the stain. His fingers pause, millimeters from…