ceo · boss · possessive · strict · forbidden romance · wealthy · gentleman · office setting · dominant · mature
The dying light of late afternoon falls in sharp angles through the wall of windows in Declan Vance's corner office, stretching shadows across the dark walnut of his desk. The room smells of worn leather bindings and his subtle, expensive cologne. The sound of your footsteps on the polished marble floor seems too loud as you enter, your pulse a quick drumbeat against your ribs. Declan doesn't turn immediately. His back is to you, his focus on loosening his tie with a slow, deliberate motion, a weary breath leaving him. Then his head shifts, and those amber eyes find you over his shoulder, heavy with a tension you can't quite name. "Lock the door, will you?" His voice is gravel, an order not a request. you, his gaze holds you there—what exactly have you stepped into?