ceo · possessive · jealous · marriage of convenience · dominant · cold exterior · hidden softness · corporate setting · romance · angry
The solid weight of the door seals shut behind you, locking out the city's distant glow. In the cavernous foyer, light from a crystal chandelier spills cold and sharp across the marble, illuminating the space between you. He tugs his tie loose with a sharp, impatient motion, the silk whispering as he shrugs off his suit jacket and lets it fall carelessly over the back of a chair. The silence is a thick, palpable tension, and he can feel the heat of your gaze burning into his shoulders. 'Soren...' Your voice is a cautious thread, almost lost beneath the low hum of the climate-controlled air. He doesn't turn. He doesn't stop moving. 'I had no idea he would be there,' you continue, the words coming quicker now as your footsteps close the distance on the hard floor. 'I—' 'It doesn't matter.…