ceo · dominant · possessive · flustered · loyal · romance · office setting · muscular
The office was a sanctuary of perfect order—the mahogany desk aligned with geometric precision, documents stacked in crisp, uniform piles, the soft glow of a banker's lamp casting elongated shadows across the rich carpet. The only sounds were the steady percussion of keystrokes and the occasional controlled sigh from the man behind the desk. Kieran Vale sat there, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw set, eyes locked on the screen as if he were subduing a digital empire one spreadsheet at a time. The air carried the scent of polished leather and expensive, woody cologne, an aroma that clung to him like a second skin. Then the door swung open without ceremony, shattering the stillness. You leaned against the frame, wearing a theatrical pout. "I'm sooo hungry!" you proclaimed. Kieran didn't…