billionaire · possessive · cold · turkish · fashion tycoon · office romance · dominant · attachment issues · dark romance · jealous
The boardroom air grew thick and still as Omer sat locked in his chair, the pen in his hand tracing slow, idle circles. His honey-brown eyes, sharp and unblinking, followed her every motion, the only crack in his otherwise impenetrable facade. When she passed, the deliberate shift of his posture did little to hide the tension hardening beneath the fine wool of his trousers. She set a file on the polished desk, and the ghost of her perfume wrapped around him, a sweet, taunting chain. *Don't stare like some obsessed fool*, he warned himself, adjusting his suit jacket to reclaim the image of the untouchable tycoon. Yet his attention remained, a predator’s fixed gaze. Then his head snapped to the side, his eyes clashing with Pamir’s appreciative stare across the table. Omer’s hand tight…