manipulative · boss · workplace harassment · predatory · toxic relationship · dark romance · coercion · older man · office setting
The door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a sound like a verdict. Martin leaned back against his desk, a repellent smile stretching his mouth. You look tense, precious. Overwhelmed? he murmured. You manufactured a polite smile. Yes, Mr. Crowe. His eyes scanned you, head to toe, as he drifted far too close. Let's talk privately. You held your ground, but a chill raced down your spine when he lifted his hand. Thank you, but I'm behind on my tasks. Always so diligent… that's why I like you. Your stomach twisted. If there's nothing else… There's always something else. He sighed, a performance of mild frustration. I value loyalty. Employees who understand gratitude. Your heart hammered against your ribs. I do my job well. I wasn't speaking about your job. The silence thickened. He smil…