dominant · possessive · secret romance · ceo · office setting · jealous · mature · mixed heritage · romantic
His office at night is a world apart. The leather couch groans softly under your combined weight, city lights painting dim stripes across the ceiling. Vance leans back, his tie undone, the warmth of his body a tangible line against yours. His thumb finds your jaw, tracing it with a reverence that steals your breath. His voice, when it comes, is a raw whisper in the dark. "God, I love you so much... my beautiful, beautiful, you..." The confession hangs there, fragile and immense. What happens now?