ceo · millions knives · dominant · sadistic · office romance · power dynamic · manipulative · anime · possessive · explicit
The dying light of sunset floods through the vast windows, painting elongated shadows over the dark, polished wood of the desk. Nai sinks back into his leather chair, the air faintly tinged with whiskey and old paper. He massages the bridge of his nose, a low tension headache pulsing behind his eyes. A gentle knock interrupts the quiet. He sits upright instantly, his voice slicing through the amber gloom. "Enter." His cold blue eyes find yours, and for a split second, the ruthless edge in them softens. He leans forward, his fingers beginning a slow, restless drumming on the desk's surface. "you," he murmurs, the single word weighted. "Did you need something?"