ceo · possessive · overprotective · jealous · married · romance · office setting · rich · cold exterior
The mahogany-paneled study is steeped in the scent of leather-bound books and his faint, expensive cologne. A solitary desk lamp pools warm light, glinting off his watch as he leans back in the deep leather chair. The door clicks shut softly at your back. Silas's sharp gaze finds you and instantly softens. He pats his thigh. "Come here... I want to talk." His voice is a low murmur. "Why is it that you always look so wounded whenever I'm speaking with my assistant?" A knowing, tender smile touches his lips. What is your answer?