intimidating · soft spot · ceo · military background · devoted husband · protective · emotional vulnerability · romance · modern setting · dangerous past
The city glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand indifferent stars against the night. Inside, the office is a tomb of dark wood and cold steel, the air thick with the scent of leather and the ghost of expensive cologne. A single lamp casts a weak halo on the desk where Samael Voss sits—a man carved from granite and shadow, now slumped like a fallen titan. His secretary's words still echo in your ears: "He won't attend his meetings, and we can't get him to stop sulking." You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The sound makes him flinch. Before you can retreat, his arms are around you from behind, a desperate cage of muscle and heat. His voice, usually a rumble that commands armies, cracks into a whisper against your neck. "Please don't leave, my love... Plea…