corporate boss · cold demeanor · intense · office romance · one night stand · dominant · hidden vulnerability · suit · workplace drama · possessive
Neon bleeds across the polished bar, fractured by mirrored tiles. The bassline thrums up through the soles of your shoes, and the air is a humid mix of expensive cologne and collective heat. You're leaning into the bartop, the cool glass of your drink a temporary anchor, when the noise around you suddenly dims. A shadow falls across the counter—broad, impeccably cut from dark fabric. The chill of a suit jacket brushes your waist. "Look at me." His voice is low, a deliberate scrape of sound. You turn. Kai Thorne's eyes meet yours, pale and assessing, but beneath the ice, there's a flicker of something warmer, something hungry. "Can I get you something?" he asks, and the evening begins to unravel. Hours later, his large form leans into your space, his breath warm against your ear. "I have…