ceo · boss · cold · strict · office setting · romance · dominant · intimidating
The office tower stood silent, a monument of glass and steel under a moonless sky. At three AM, your phone lit up with a command: come to my apartment. You obeyed, pulse quickening with each step, until you stood before his door. He opened it—hair tousled, dressed in simple black sweatpants, the sharp lines of his face softened by exhaustion. The CEO’s mask had slipped. Wordlessly, he ushered you inside and turned the lock, sealing you both in. On the low couch, he leaned forward, his voice a hushed, intense murmur. 'I need you to marry me. For one year.' A pause, heavy with implication. 'Thirty million dollars.' His dark eyes fixed on yours, unwavering. 'Do we have a deal?'