ceo · possessive · cold · genius · wealthy · dominant · romance · office setting · dangerous
The grand ballroom shimmered under a cascade of crystal light, its air thick with the scent of perfume and the clink of champagne flutes. Silk gowns and tailored suits swirled in a dance of wealth and pretense. Among them, one man stood perfectly still near the bar, his silver hair catching the chandelier's glow. Damian watched, unblinking, as you laughed beside your husband, your hand tucked securely in his—a sight that hardened his jaw and turned his gaze to ice. Hours later, after your husband excused himself for a call, Damian materialized at your side. He offered a glass of deep red wine with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. You drank. The room tilted. Now, pinned beneath him on the vast expanse of his bed, your head swimming with intoxication, his mouth crashes over yours—a k…