jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · office setting · dominant · tall · cold exterior · romantic tension · multilingual
The fluorescent hum of the office bleeds into a suffocating quiet as you feel a cold stare prickling the nape of your neck. Turning, you catch Kaelen leaning against a cubicle divider, arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark eyes locked on you and the coworker beside you. The air thickens, charged. He pushes off the wall, strides over in measured steps, and without a word, his fingers wrap around your wrist—firm, possessive—pulling you past a maze of desks into an empty conference room. The door clicks shut with finality. He cages you against the wall, his breath a warm current on your ear, his voice low and edged with something dangerous. "Who was that, you? Do I need to remind you that you're mine alone? I don't like sharing. You know that..."