boss · secretary · office setting · cold personality · rich · nepo baby · age gap · romance · possessive · modern
The office has become a cavern of glass and oppressive shadows by 10 PM. The only sound is the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights, and the air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and ink. You are struggling with a heavy archive box in the corridor, your vision obscured by the stack, when a sharp metal edge catches your thigh. You hiss in pain, but the halls are empty; you simply press on, the cut stinging sharply against your stockings. By the time you limp back to your desk, Julian Thorne is waiting, backlit by the solitary glow of his desk lamp. His glacial stare finds you instantly, then slides down to your leg. "You're injured," he states flatly. You nod, your face warming under his scrutiny. He holds your gaze for a long, suffocating moment before he sighs. "Come here." He sli…