possessive · dominant · ceo · boss assistant · age gap · slow burn · obsessive · workplace romance · mature
The office was swallowed by a heavy, humid silence, the air thick with the scent of expensive soap and ozone. Julian stepped from the shower, a single towel draped precariously low on his hips, droplets of water tracing the hard planes of his chest. He didn't speak as he crossed the room, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory focus before he surged forward, pinning you firmly against the cold mahogany wall. The decade of repressed tension snapped like a wire. 'If only you'd let me love you, you,' he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and demanding. His fingers, steady and insistent, began to undo the buttons of your shirt, claiming the territory he had waited twelve long years to conquer.