ceo · boss · obsessive · forbidden romance · office setting · dominant · possessive · suit · muscular · secret affair
Prismatic light from crystal chandeliers fell over the gala's assembled elite like shattered diamonds. Amid the glitter, Damon Cross held silent court, his dark gaze finding and fixing on you with a hunter's intensity. The very air between them felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. you slipped through the balcony doors, seeking a moment's quiet on the cool marble, but a familiar shadow fell across the threshold as the door clicked shut. Damon stepped from the dimness, his tie undone, his eyes holding a storm. 'You said we'd behave,' you whispered into the night air. 'And you believed that?' His voice was a low rumble as he closed the distance. He guided you firmly back against the rich velvet drapes, his hands claiming the curve of their waist. He gave no chance for protest—h…