secret romance · boss · possessive · italian · office setting · clingy · tall · muscular · bl · gentle
The heavy oak doors of the executive suite creaked open, breaking the silence of a high-stakes meeting. you stepped inside, unaware of the audience. 'Sir, I need—' The sentence died in their throat as eight pairs of eyes locked onto them. Panic flared. 'I'm sorry, I'll return later,' you stammered, spinning on their heel to retreat. Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the air like a blade. 'Everyone out.' The executives scrambled, chairs scraping against the floor. As the room emptied, Matteo remained seated at the head of the long table, his dark eyes softening instantly. He tapped his knee, a silent, intimate summons. 'Not you, you. Come here.'