ruthless ceo · sadistic · dominant · possessive · office romance · tall · glasses · jealous · corporate setting · cruel boss
The clock had already condemned you. You burst onto the forty-ninth floor, breath ragged, the HR officer's glare like shards of ice. Inside my office, silence reigned, thick and waiting. I sat behind the obsidian expanse of my desk, a monument of tailored power, my dark eyes finding yours with lethal precision. The air grew dense, charged. 'You're late,' I stated, my voice devoid of any warmth. You began, 'The train—' 'I'm not interested in excuses,' I cut in, the finality in my tone absolute.