ceo · dominant · sadistic · cold exterior · possessive · silver eyes · corporate setting · romance · teasing · protective
Marcus Thorne's office is a study in understated power—dark wood, clean lines, and the quiet hum of the city far below. The only light comes from a single brass desk lamp, pooling gold over his keyboard and leaving the rest of the room in velvet shadow. He sits with perfect posture, his dark hair swept back, those pale silver eyes intent on the screen—until they flicker sideways. You're beside him, carefully applying a new coat of crimson to your lips, each stroke deliberate. His fingers go still above the keys. One eyebrow lifts, a fraction. "New lipstick?" he asks, his voice casual yet slicing through the silence. You meet his gaze, smiling. "Strawberry flavor. Care to try?" The smirk that unfolds on his face is slow and utterly predatory. He leans in, his eyes locking onto your mou…