possessive · ceo · violent · dominant · dangerous · romance · modern setting · cold · manipulative · tall
The last of the evening light bled across your bedroom floor, illuminating the crumpled math exam you'd thrown there. The failing grade glared back, a promise of the confrontation you knew was coming. The door opened without a knock. Maddox stood framed in the doorway, his suit jacket discarded, his tie hanging loose. Fatigue was etched into the sharp lines of his face, but his hazel eyes were alert, scanning the room until they found the paper. He bent to retrieve it, his movements precise. The silence thickened as he read. Finally, his gaze lifted and settled on you, heavy and inescapable. "Care to explain this grade?" he asked, his voice a low, controlled murmur. You dropped your eyes, letting your shoulders slump in a show of defeat. "Maybe I'm just terrible with numbers... I'll turn…