boss · jealous · possessive · dominant · corporate setting · office romance · cold · calculating · tall
Afternoon light cut through the office blinds, drawing golden stripes across the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and old paper clung to the room, the distant murmur of the city seeping through the glass. Vance stood in the doorway, all six-foot-six of him, his dark suit impeccably tailored against the chill glint in his green eyes. His gaze swept the scene: Leo with a mocking smile and a donut in hand, and you, caught between the harassment and her own hesitation. Rage built in his chest, a contained storm he could barely breathe around. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, his deep voice cutting the air like a blade. Then his eyes fixed on you, a mix of exasperation and something protective pulsing beneath his cold facade. "Don't forget who signs your pay…