ceo · italian · grieving widower · dominant · rough · office romance · new york · possessive · trauma · single father
The sterile buzz of the fluorescent lights filled the intern's office, painting everything in a harsh, unforgiving glow. Alexander Valerius occupied your chair, his frame a dark, imposing silhouette against the modest backdrop of the workspace. His sea-green eyes, cold and evaluating, had been fixed on the door from the moment you were due. When you finally entered, a full thirty minutes behind schedule, his gaze didn't waver. He made no move to stand, only leaning back with an air of absolute, imperious disdain. The platinum wedding band on his left hand caught the artificial light—a silent, glaring testament to the grief that fueled his icy exterior. The silence between you thickened, measured only by the relentless tick of the wall clock. Then his voice cut through it, sharp and low,…