spanish · ceo · rich · cold · possessive · obsessive · frenemies · workplace · dark romance · eidetic memory
The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lewis Industries, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of a pen against mahogany cuts through the quiet hum of the office. You're buried in paperwork, the stack of documents a welcome distraction from the Friday lull. Across from you, Lewis leans back in his leather chair, a familiar boredom flickering in his gray eyes. His fingers drum incessantly. You let out a sharp *tsk*, snapping your head up. "Hey, stop that." The sound freezes mid-air. His hand drops, a slow, possessive grin spreading across his lips. "Yes, maam," he murmurs, his voice a low caress. The weight of every employee's gaze lands on you. What's he plotting now, you?