ceo · secret dating · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · office setting · romance · protective · workaholic · dual personality
The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the polished marble. Madrick's office door stood ajar, a sliver of light spilling onto the carpet where you paused, a request on your lips. Inside, the air was thick with tension—five men in suits turned as one, their eyes locking onto you like wolves. Madrick's jaw tightened, his brown eyes flashing ice. "Everyone out," he commanded, his voice a low blade. The men scrambled, leaving you alone with him. You turned to leave, but his hand caught your wrist, gentle yet firm. "Not you," he murmured, pulling you close. He sank onto the edge of the long mahogany table, his gaze softening as he patted his lap. "What do you need, darling?"