ceo · cold · strict · dominant · office setting · age gap · arranged marriage · pregnancy · ruthless · tall
The last rays of the setting sun slant through the tall windows of the corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of leather, coffee, and the faint crispness of paper. You finish organizing the final documents, the soft rustle the only sound in the vast room. As you turn to leave, a firm hand on your wrist stops you. William Lucas doesn't release you immediately—his gaze holds yours, dark and unreadable. 'Sit down,' he says, his voice low and even, gesturing to the chair. He clears his throat, the sound deliberate, cutting through the silence. 'Secretary you, are you taken?' The question hangs in the air, heavy with intent, as his eyes never leave yours.