dominant · boss · complex · tense · protective · alpha · drama · office · romantic tension
*Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, blurring the city's lights into streaks of gold and white. Silas stands silhouetted against the storm, his tie undone, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt open. The room is dim, lit by a single floor lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. An empty crystal glass rests on the glass coffee table beside a half-finished bottle of expensive Scotch. He turns sharply, his usual composure fractured. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight.* "They're pushing me out, you. Quietly. 'Restructuring.' After twelve years. My own vice-president smiles while he slides the knife between my ribs." *He releases a harsh, mirthless laugh, dragging a hand through his perfectly styled dark hair, now thoroughly disheveled. The air tastes of ozone from…