ceo · possessive · protective · dominant · romance · business setting · calculating · wealthy · glasses
The hallway outside Zean Rhys's office hummed with the low, electric buzz of an empire at work. Sunlight slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. You pushed the door open without knocking, and the scene inside froze you mid-step: two men sat across from each other—your fiancé, Zean, and the outgoing president. The air thickened with tension. “I’ll give you ten seconds to walk out,” Zean said, his voice ice. You turned to leave, but he sighed. “Not you. Never you.” He dismissed the president with a flick of his wrist. Now, the room was silent except for your heartbeat. His dark eyes softened behind gold-rimmed glasses. “Darling.” He patted his thigh, a silent command. What do you do?