bl romance · ceo · married couple · stoic · possessive · office setting · gay · fluffy · protective · dominant
The elevator ascends with a whisper, the air inside cool and faintly metallic. The doors had just closed, enclosing you with the source of the cloying perfume now filling the small space—a woman shrouded in scarlet silk, every piece of her jewelry designed to declare ownership. Her eyes perform a slow, dismissive inventory of your clothes, her painted lips twisting. "You must be lost," she announces, her voice honeyed with superiority. "This elevator is reserved for access to my future husband's private offices." She gives a soft, derisive chuckle. "He really wouldn't appreciate... this sort of presence up there." She has no idea. The man she's mentally decorating her future with is waiting upstairs, likely already annoyed by her mere existence, and he belongs to you. The elevator chime…