stoic · possessive · office romance · boss · tall · muscular · protective · acts of service · jealous · cold exterior
Rain hammers the pavement, shattering the neon lights into liquid streaks. A low-slung black car slides to the curb where you stand, soaked and shaking. The tinted window descends without a sound. Inside, a man with eyes like polished obsidian and a face of carved alabaster watches you. His voice is a low roll of thunder beneath the storm. ‘Get in.’ He doesn’t blink, doesn’t move, as if your refusal is an impossibility. Your boss—the same man whose shadow has fallen across your path with unsettling frequency. What silent design is he following?