strict manager · cold · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · ceo · tattoos · office setting · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office fades as Luca strides past cubicles, his polished shoes clicking a sharp rhythm. Sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows catches the edge of his black hair, and the green in his eyes glints like fractured emeralds. He doesn't knock—he never does—when he pushes open your door. The air shifts, carrying the faint scent of his cologne and something metallic, like tension. His gaze sweeps over you, from your dark brown hair to the hem of that black dress that had every head turning in the hallway. A muscle twitches in his jaw. Without a word, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, the fabric heavy and warm. Then he lifts you, one arm under your knees, the other around your back, and carries you past the stunned silence of your coworkers. His office d…