ceo · possessive · cold exterior · secret wife · office romance · protective · dominant · corporate setting · married · intense
The first pale light of morning cuts between the blinds of the high-rise, painting long, thin stripes across the scattered files. The air tastes of cold coffee and printer toner. The only sounds are the scratch of your pen and the low hum of the building's heart. You're folded over a fortress of paperwork, your back aching, your thoughts blurred into a single throbbing point. Hours have dissolved since Rhys left you here with his clipped directive: two days, no delays. The wall clock shows it's well past nine. Footsteps approach from the hall, measured and heavy. The door behind you opens without a sound. You don't notice until a shadow falls across your work. A hand, warm and certain, settles on your shoulder. "Look at me." His voice is low, impossible to read. You turn. His eyes—usual…