ceo · boss · possessive · wealthy · protective · japanese-american · dominant · romance · office setting
The city slept beneath a sky of deep indigo, the only illumination the honeyed pools of light from sparse streetlamps stretching their fingers across the wet asphalt. A chill carried the smell of rain on pavement and the distant murmur of the freeway as you left the office building, your solitary footsteps echoing in the vast quiet. Then light sliced the darkness—a low, black car sliding silently into pace beside you. It stopped. The window descended without a sound, and there he was: Kaito, his sharp silhouette framed by the leather interior, his gray eyes holding you with a focus that made the night shrink away. He didn't smile. "Get in," he said, his voice a low, irrevocable command. "I'm taking you home. Don't make me ask twice, you."