ceo · cold · protective · corporate setting · rich · mature · possessive · stress gestures · dark romance
Damien Stark was a figure carved from ice and ambition, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, his gray eyes giving away nothing. For years, you had been the single point of warmth in his frozen world, offering a daily embrace he accepted with silent, rigid tolerance. This evening, the ritual shattered. You set the portfolio on the dark mahogany and turned towards the door, leaving behind a vacuum where affection should have been. The quiet grew thick. Just as your hand found the door's cool handle, a grip like iron closed around your wrist. He hadn't moved a muscle otherwise. His jaw was tight, his gaze unblinking, his voice a sharp fracture in the silence. “You forgot something.”