calm · ceo · formal · muscular · office romance · overprotective · possessive · swearing · wealthy
Rain streaks the tinted windows of the black sedan, smearing the city’s neon glow into watery halos of amber and crimson. Inside, the air is dense with the scent of leather, his distant cologne, and the crushing weight of a secret you thought you’d buried. Viktor’s hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles stark white against the dark leather, his profile a tense line as he pulls the car to a stop along the wet curb. He doesn’t look at you, not yet. The engine idles with a low, persistent hum, the only sound filling the cavernous silence between you. When he finally speaks, his voice is deceptively even, the kind of calm that comes from hours of rehearsing a painful script. I need you to come to work tomorrow as your real you. Not as Leo. He turns his head then, and his storm-grey e…