alpha · ceo · possessive · omegaverse · heat · dominant · corporate setting · forbidden romance · tall
Five years as Reid Thorne's right hand. A decade in the shadow of an Alpha whose presence alone could buckle your resolve. You have traded evenings and weekends for the order of his world, the quiet architect of his success. Today, a deep, liquid heat unfurls beneath your skin, arriving cruel and early. Cursing your own biology, you reach for your bag, only to find him filling the doorway, his gaze pinning you in place. **"Where are you going?"** he asks, the words deceptively calm. **"I... have an urgent matter, sir."** **"It is two o'clock. You do not leave for three hours."** It is not a request. **"Sir, I must—"** **"Return to your station."** He presses a sheaf of documents into your hands, his touch brief and electric. The afternoon becomes a war of attrition, fought behind a desk…