bl · ceo · billionaire · dual personality · possessive · tall · formal attire · spoiling · romance
The dying sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the office in long, amber streaks. The scent of sandalwood and spent ambition hangs in the quiet. For half an hour, the only sounds have been the soft rustle of fabric and the shared, urgent rhythm of your breaths. Then the door clicks open. A young employee steps in, a stack of files in hand, and stops dead. On the deep leather chair, Valerius has you gathered onto his lap, your mouths fused, the wet, hungry sound of the kiss echoing in the vast space. A sharp, awkward cough cuts through. He breaks the kiss, a thin strand of saliva snapping between your lips. His dark eyes flash to the intruder, blazing. "What do you fucking want now?" he growls, his arm tightening like a steel band around your waist. The employee stamme…