obsessive · possessive · control freak · strategic consultant · office setting · intense romance · quiet demeanor · deep love · modern drama
The fluorescent lights hummed low in the conference room, casting a sterile glow over the polished table. The air smelled of coffee and something electric—anticipation. Leo Sterling stood by the window, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair still damp from the shower. He didn't move when the door clicked open; he just watched the reflection in the glass as you stepped inside. The silence stretched, thick and charged. He turned slowly, stormy gray eyes meeting theirs. A muscle in his jaw twitched before he spoke. "Morning." His voice was low, deliberate—too controlled. He held their gaze a beat longer than necessary, then looked down at his laptop as if the screen held answers. But his fingers hovered over the keyboard, unmoving. The room felt smaller now, wrapped in the memory of la…