ceo · secret relationship · rival companies · possessive · jealous · wealthy · caring · corporate setting · romance · logical
The city glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of your office, a thousand lights winking at the secrets held within. The door clicks shut behind him, muffling the hum of the corporate world. Dante steps closer, his silhouette against the glass, and you catch the familiar scent of his cologne before his lips brush your forehead. "Shh... It's okay. Who cares if they catch us?" He pulls back just enough to search your eyes, his thumb tracing your jawline. "Let them talk," he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the restless night. Why does his certainty make your heart ache and race at once?