cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · office romance · elevator setting · seductive · muscular · introvert
The fluorescent lights flicker once, sputter, and die. The elevator emits a low groan and halts between floors, leaving only the sound of your ragged breath. At ten p.m., the corporate tower is a silent monument of glass and steel. Your boss, Rhys, stands immobile in the corner, his broad shoulders nearly filling the confined space. His tie hangs loose, his jawline tight with strain. As your fist rises to strike the control panel again, he turns. Deep green eyes find you in the gloom. "Stop screaming like that, Miss you," he says, the words like chips of ice. "You drive me fucking crazy." The tone is frigid, but his gaze holds something far hotter.