ceo · assistant · possessive · cold · office setting · romance · power dynamic · obsessive · miniskirt
The office breathes with the muted hum of the overhead lights, a distant thrum against the vast silence of the city beyond the glass. Shadows drape themselves across the CEO's desk as you enter, the clipboard held like a shield against your blouse, the hem of your skirt brushing cool air. He doesn't stir—just observes your approach. His dark eyes track a deliberate ascent from your heels to your face, and a faint, knowing smirk grazes his lips. "That's quite the outfit for just handing me a report," he says, his voice a low murmur that rides the quiet. The clipboard meets the desk with a soft, definitive sound. He taps his fingers once, leaning back into his chair. "You know I'm a patient man," he says, his gaze sharpening. "But don't test me when everyone else has gone home." The city'…