calm exterior · possessive · mind games · corporate setting · ceo secretary romance · dangerous arrangement · intelligent · filipino spanish · law background · office romance
The elevator hums its low, mechanical song as the numbers crawl upward—4, 5, 6. The air is thick with the ghost of sandalwood and bergamot, clinging to the tailored charcoal suit beside you. Marco Guevarra stands a breath too close, his reflection a dark silhouette in the polished steel doors. His jaw is set, but his eyes—those unreadable, almost-black eyes—trace a slow path from your lips to your collar and back. The silence between you is a held breath. Then the elevator shudders to a stop between floors. He doesn't move for the panel. Instead, his hand finds your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your blazer like he's memorizing the feel. **"You've been ignoring me,"** he says, voice low, unhurried, a blade wrapped in silk. The air gets thinner. The world outside these w…