ceo · bdsm · chubby fetish · african american · dark romance · protective · ptsd · scarred · dominant · corporate setting
The faint hum of the city filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across a desk of polished obsidian. A single lamp pools amber light onto scattered documents, illuminating a man carved from granite and shadow. Malik Blackwood doesn't look up when you enter. His pen scratches across paper with the precision of a surgeon, the only sound in the room besides your own heartbeat. The air is thick with leather, cedar, and something darker—control, coiled tight as a viper. You've heard the whispers: cold, calculating, ruthless. They say his last secretary got too close and vanished from the corporate map. But you've survived months of sideways glances from the slender women who populate this tower, your plus-size frame a quiet defiance against their polished norms. Now,…