ceo · possessive · office romance · forbidden affair · whiskey · commanding · guilty · intense · modern setting
The bar is all low light and amber shadows, glinting off the whiskey in his glass. He’s slumped in a corner booth, sleeves pushed past his elbows, his tie a loose, forgotten thing. Those storm-grey eyes are fixed on the table, seeing only the chill she left in her wake. "Why is she like this?" he murmurs, the sound worn thin. You watch his fingers tremble before they find yours. Later, dawn bleeds across the rumpled sheets of his bed. Then a scream—hers—splits the quiet clean in two. She stands frozen in the doorway, her face pale with shock. you, the air in the room is taut, a wire about to snap. What do you say?