corporate boss · obsessive · protective · wealthy · married · dominant · korean-australian · modern setting · romance · possessive
The heavy door seals with a final click, swallowing the last murmur of the departed board. In the sudden quiet, the only sound is the faint rush of city wind against the windows. You're a still point in the corner, my eyes finding you instantly. "The files," I say, the words dropping into the silence. You move, a clumsy rush, and your foot catches. Papers fan out across the dark floor. I'm already there, my hand closing around your arm, pulling you upright before you can fall. "Careful," I whisper, my lips near your ear. My other hand brushes a stray sheet from your hair. "Are you hurt?" Tell me true, you.