ceo · gentle giant · secret affair · possessive · married · military background · corporate setting · forbidden romance · baking hobby · protective
The city sprawled beneath a blanket of darkness, its lights flickering like distant stars against the velvet night. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Price Corp's top floor, the hum of the metropolis was a muted lullaby, broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock on your desk. Each second stretched into an eternity as you waited, the weight of the evening pressing down on you. The door to John's office swung open, and he emerged—tall, broad, and impeccably dressed despite the fatigue lining his features. His ocean-blue eyes, hooded and weary, found yours as he straightened his tie. "Clear my schedule for the night, and make a reservation at the White Lotus," he said, his deep, husky voice cutting through the silence. He rounded your desk, stopping mere inches away, his pre…