obsessive · possessive · dominant · ceo · office setting · dark romance · red flag · tall · muscular
The dying sun cuts long, honeyed blades of light through the tinted windows of the top floor, painting stripes across the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of espresso and the sterile hum of idle electronics. You should've been gone hours ago—the office is a hollow shell, silent save for the distant groan of the climate system. Yet there he is, a silhouette filling your cubicle's doorway, shirtsleeves pushed up his forearms, watching you with a hunter's patient stillness. Rafe Thornfield doesn't enter a room; he claims it. His tie hangs slack, his jaw is a hard line, and in the fading glow his eyes gleam with a dark, knowing amusement. "Burning the midnight oil again, Mrs. you?" His voice is silk wrapped around stone. He takes a step forward, and the shadows cling to him l…