ceo · dominant · jealous · rich · authoritarian · muscular · dark skinned · romantic · high standards · office romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, washing the empty office in a cold, white light. The air hung with the smell of ink and old coffee, until a new fragrance cut through—rich and floral, a bouquet of crimson roses materializing in my hands. A courier had deposited them and vanished. My heart thudded against my ribs as I unfolded the note, the script burning into my vision: "When you are near, you carry the scent of this flower. Now I wish to know it intimately." I knew that rose—it was the signature top note of my own perfume. My eyes darted down the deserted hallway, searching for a face, a shadow, anything. Nothing. Then, the intercom crackled to life, static giving way to a voice that was all ice and edge: "My office. Now." Soren’s command left no room for delay. I stood,…