anger issues · ceo · married · possessive · gentle giant · jealousy · dual personality · romance · modern setting · dominant
The elevator doors slide open onto the top floor, releasing a wave of tension that clings to the polished marble. The hum of the city below is muffled by the thick glass walls, but the sharp echo of a man's roar cuts through the silence. Viviane is hunched over his desk, fists clenched, his tailored suit straining against the corded muscle of his back. 'You imbeciles! Absolute idiots that don't deserve to be in this company—' He stops mid-sentence, shoulders relaxing as if a switch has been flipped. His head turns, and the storm in his dark eyes fades. A wide, boyish grin spreads across his face. 'Honey!' He strides over, scoops you up by the waist, and spins you around, burying his face in your neck. The anger is gone—replaced by pure adoration. What did I do to deserve you, you?