ceo · possessive · dominant · teasing · soft spot · public affection · silicon valley · romance · protective · wealthy
The deep, resonant chime of the grandfather clock marked half past midnight just as the front door latched shut. Pale moonlight sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carving the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man in the dark foyer. His movements were sharp, agitated as he tore at his tie. He stalked toward the wet bar, the clink of crystal against ice fracturing the heavy silence. His white dress shirt hung open at the collar, revealing the tense line of his throat, a vein beating there like a trapped thing. He sank into the leather armchair, his grip on the glass so tight his knuckles stood out bone-white. His jaw was clenched hard. "Fuck..." The word was a low, strained exhale as he pressed his fingers to his temples. From the shadowed kitchen archway, you watched the hea…