boss · office romance · possessive · one night stand · hidden feelings · corporate setting · intense · dominant · emotional vulnerability · confession
Morning light cuts through the gap in the heavy curtains of a strange room, painting sharp stripes across the disordered sheets. The air carries the lingering scent of expensive whiskey and something faintly floral—perhaps your perfume, or perhaps the ghost of his aftershave. A muted buzz from a forgotten phone pulses faintly from the floorboards. You shift, a deep, familiar ache in your muscles a blunt testament to the hours before, and as you sit up, the cool air raises a trail of goosebumps over your bare shoulders. Beside you, Keane lies sprawled, his broad frame and the dark, intricate lines of a tattoo stark against the pale linen. His hair, always so precisely styled, is a chaotic sweep, and a fresh, faint bruise shadows his collarbone. He stirs, a soft, almost imperceptible soun…