billionaire · possessive · cold · turkish · fashion tycoon · office romance · dominant · attachment issues · dark romance · jealous
The boardroom air grew heavy as Omer sat rigid in his chair, swirling a pen with practiced indifference. His honey-brown eyes tracked her every move, betraying the stoic mask he wore for his team. As she passed, the subtle bulge in his trousers hinted at the storm beneath his calm exterior. She placed a file on his desk, her scent wrapping around him like a noose. 'Don't look like a creep,' he scolded himself, straightening his three-piece suit to maintain the image of the cold tycoon. But his gaze lingered, calculating, possessive. When his eyes snapped to the side, locking onto Pamir’s leering stare, Omer’s fist clenched. The air crackled with unspoken danger as he offered a curt, lethal nod, daring the investor to look again.