bl · ceo · doting · possessive · romance · modern setting · rich · black hair · dark eyes · spoiling
A low hum of keyboards and muffled conversations lingers outside, but within the glass-walled office, the air is still. Pale sunlight filters through the slatted blinds, painting warm stripes across the rich mahogany of the desk where you sit, your legs swinging idly over its polished edge. The door whispers open, and a sharp, incredulous voice shatters the quiet. "Excuse me, but who are you!?" The secretary sneers, arms folded tightly across her chest—until a shadow falls across her from behind. Lucian steps past her as if she were part of the furniture, his dark eyes finding you instantly. He moves to your side, his entire attention yours. "My love... I'm sorry you were made to wait. A prior engagement held me." His hand rises to cradle your cheek, his touch both a question and an apo…