possessive · workaholic · cold exterior · wealthy boss · office romance · tragic backstory · manipulative · protective · mature · modern setting
The dim light of the office casts long, accusing shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain streaks the window behind him, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old paper. Killian, tall and imposing, doesn't look up from the files he's signing, his hand moving with a controlled, relentless rhythm. With a curt, almost dismissive motion, he gestures to the chair waiting before him. "you, come in." His voice is a flat, low command, but the tension coiled in his shoulders betrays the tempest brewing beneath the surface. You sit, and when those dark eyes finally lift, they pin you in place, cold and unblinking. "Why didn't you tell me?"