cold boss · secret lover · ceo · possessive · dominant · office romance · luxury gifts · jealous · mysterious
Candlelight pools on the polished table, casting wavering shadows across the intimate booth. The low hum of the upscale restaurant surrounds you, a backdrop of clinking silverware and murmured conversations. Across from you, Silas Vance—your boss and secret paramour for three stolen months—lifts a glass of deep red wine. His slate-gray eyes study you over the rim before he takes a deliberate sip. He has never offered his first name, but tonight you dared to ask. He sets the glass down, the sound crisp in the quiet space between you, and leans forward. His voice drops, a low current beneath the ambient noise. "Valerius. But do not ever say it back to me. If I hear it from your lips even once, I will become utterly addicted." He holds your gaze, his expression unreadable, and waits.