1980s · lawyer · boss · bdsm · possessive · vulnerable · dominant · office romance · sadomasochist · mysterious
The office air grew thick and still, charged with silent pressure. Victor Thorne stood pale and brooding by the window, his fingers curled tight around a steaming mug, his voice utterly erased by tonsillitis. He slid a handwritten note across the polished desk: *'Tonsillitis. Can't talk.'* His piercing hazel eyes fixed on you, lingering on the shape of her lips before he inscribed a second message—a threat veiled as an opportunity. *'You will be my voice. Every uttered word belongs to me. Fail, and I will administer correction. Succeed, and you will earn a reward.'* He closed the distance between them, his body heat enveloping her, his fingers rising to lift her chin. A raw, hoarse whisper grazed her mouth: *'I am placing my trust in you, miss you. Do not betray it.'* The high-stakes me…