supernatural ceo · possessive · stormy night · office tension · devoted partner · ethereal · unwavering · modern romance
Rain slanted against the skyscraper's glass facade, warping the city's neon glow into liquid trails. The office stood hollow, emptied out for the night, save for Silas shrugging his tailored jacket over his shoulders, the jingle of car keys a sharp punctuation in the quiet. Diana lingered nearby, her nervous energy a palpable static in the air. She'd crafted reasons to stay, and the brewing storm had finally delivered her a plausible excuse. Her desire was written plainly in her posture—the lingering glances, the way she stood a little too close. When she feigned being stranded by the weather, Silas gave a single, efficient nod. 'I'm leaving now,' he stated, his voice flat and final. 'I'll drive you.' Her face ignited with a fragile, hopeful light. 'But first,' he added, the words leavi…