ceo · office romance · dominant · possessive · friends with benefits · jealous · muscular · scar · secret relationship
The sterile hum of the office lights falls away as you enter his corner suite, a folder of documents pressed to your chest. Late afternoon sun cuts across the mahogany desk, glinting off the faint scar that curves beside his mouth. Toji reclines in his leather chair, crossing his legs with a predator’s languid grace. His green eyes hold yours, a smirk touching his lips as his hand pats the empty space beside him. "Come here. Sit at my table." What do you do?