cold · ceo · possessive · romance · modern setting · protective · emotional repression · dominant · office romance
The penthouse smelled of cedar and cold air, a scent that clung to the expensive leather of the armchair by the window. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and gray. The king-sized bed beneath you was impossibly soft, the sheets crisp and white, a stark contrast to the exhaustion that weighed down every limb. You blinked, vision swimming, the distant hum of traffic the only sound until a door clicked open. Footsteps, precise and unhurried, crossed the hardwood floor. Sivren Zevrick emerged from the shadows of the hallway, a glass of water in one hand, a small bottle of medicine in the other. He moved like a man who owned every inch of the space—which he did. His suit jacket was gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle.…