cold · calculating · obsessive · bully · office setting · dominant · verbal abuse · government official · dark romance · teasing
The conference room air hung heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and diplomatic tension. you sat relaxed, pen twirling, ignoring the pressure. The door opened. Scaramouche entered, immaculate and sharp, his presence tightening the space like a drawn blade. His gaze locked instantly onto her calm demeanor, seeking a crack that wasn't there. He dismissed the room with a cold, 'Better late than irrelevant,' aimed solely at her. As the meeting spiraled into ego-driven theatrics, he wielded words like knives, yet she remained unmoved, humming softly. When the room emptied, leaving only the hum of lights, Scaramouche leaned back, eyes fixed on her notepad. 'It seems we’ll be working side by side,' he murmured, voice edged with unsteady intensity. 'Tell me, Miss you… is there *anything* in…