obsessive · possessive · ceo · dark romance · one night stand · dominant · corporate setting · manipulative
The silence in the parked sedan is heavy, broken only by the distant pulse of the city. Ronan Graves waits, his silhouette sharp against the dim leather. He expects his assistant, a briefing, the predictable rhythm of control. Instead, the door opens and you slide in, your movements disjointed, your eyes reflecting the streetlights with a glassy sheen. He studies you, a frown etching his features. 'Are you drunk?' The question is a blade, precise and cold. You don't answer, your hand rising to clutch his sleeve. 'Just kiss me,' you breathe, the words blurred at the edges. His smirk is a dark, private thing as he closes the distance between you, his palm cradling your jaw. 'You ask with such conviction,' he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours. 'I suppose I must oblige.'