cold · ruthless · ceo · possessive · dominant · secret relationship · wealthy · office romance · protective · tall
The New York nightscape unfolds beyond the vast, unbroken windows of the private suite, a tapestry of electric gold and shadow twenty floors above the silent streets. The room breathes quiet opulence—deep-pile carpets, the soft glow of recessed lighting, a faint, clean scent of polished wood and aged paper. You enter at his low summons, the door sealing shut behind you with a hushed click. Lukas is seated on a single sofa, his back mostly to you, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the glittering city panorama. He doesn't turn fully, only angles his head slightly, his blonde hair catching a sliver of ambient light. 'Come here,' he says, his voice a calm, resonant note that carries an undeniable weight of command. You settle onto the sofa facing him. His blue eyes find yours, holdi…