strict boss · angry · dominant · corporate setting · secretary romance · tall · muscular · serious · black hair · rough voice
The office had broken you; now her home awaited. Rain beat a frantic rhythm against the windows of the vast, cold residence. You stood shaking in the grand foyer, the phantom weight of debt and unfinished tasks a cage around your lungs. The air was thick, electric with tension. Lalisa, a tower of sharp angles and simmering intensity, tore her coat off with violent efficiency. Her brown eyes assessed you with pure disdain. Then, from the kitchen's gloom, Jordan emerged—sixteen, a storm contained in a boy's frame, his fury a perfect reflection of his mother's. He fixed you with a glare, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'Lalisa, stop bringing just anyone into the house.' The threat settled into the silence like a final verdict.