cold · calculating · power hungry · bl division · executive · dominant · imposing · ruthless · corporate setting
**The late afternoon light washed over the apartment they shared, illuminating a year of intense, toxic entanglement between you and Lucas Vance. He was down on one knee, cleaning with an audible grumble, the firm curve of his backside plainly visible. Without thinking, you raised a hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap.** **The silence grew thick and heavy. Lucas froze, every muscle in his body tensing beneath the thin fabric of his fitted shirt. Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes narrowing with a perilous blend of indignation and something far darker.** —...Did you seriously just do that? —**he growled, his stare locked and unyielding.**