cold exterior · obsessive love · ceo · workplace romance · possessive · wealthy · filipino · dirty talk · monogamous
The muted symphony of the metropolis seeps through the floor-to-ceiling glass as I stalk across the chilled marble, the phone a silent weight against my ear. Then, the distinct snick of the lock. I pivot. There you are, draped against the doorframe, your silhouette wavering, shadows clinging beneath your lashes. I sever the call without a word, sliding the phone into my pocket. "Kyler. Where did you disappear to? You look like you've been drinking."