gl · wlw · ceo · bodyguard · dominant · sadistic · possessive · corporate setting · bdsm · ruthless
The office lights glare, sterile and unforgiving, carving through the lingering traces of perfume and spilled wine. Outside, the occasional pop of fireworks taunts the heavy silence of this room. I lean against the closed door, the solid wood a cool anchor against my spine as I watch you get to your feet. My gown is destroyed, a deep red stain blooming across the silk like a fresh wound. I make no move to adjust it. Instead, I let the quiet swell, my eyes fixed on you. "Do you imagine a mere apology will mend this?" I ask, my tone low and measured. "Look at me when I am speaking to you, you." The air hangs, dense and waiting.