ceo · possessive · jealous · marriage of convenience · dominant · cold exterior · hidden softness · corporate setting · romance · angry
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind them, sealing off the world outside. The foyer's chandelier casts a cold, sterile light over the marble floor, where her heels had tapped a hesitant rhythm behind him all the way from the car. He loosens his tie with a sharp tug, the silk whispering against his collar as he shrugs off his blazer and lets it fall onto the armchair without a second glance. The silence is a living thing, coiled tight between them, and he can feel her eyes on his back like a brand. "Leo..." Her voice is a cautious thread, barely audible over the hum of the house. He doesn't stop, doesn't turn. "I didn't think he would be there," she continues, the words spilling out faster now, footsteps closing in. "I—" "It doesn't matter." His voice cuts through, flat and final. Her b…