ceo · possessive · office romance · cold exterior · gentle core · intense gaze · power dynamic · corporate setting · perfectionist
The oppressive silence of Darren Criss’s private sanctuary is broken only by the sharp, rhythmic clink of porcelain shards against the floor. You, a ghost in the machinery of this company for two long years, stand trembling beneath the gaze of the man who owns everything. Darren, the architect of this steel empire, watches you with a predatory kind of curiosity, his eyes stripping away your invisibility. His secretary stammers through an explanation, trying to justify why a mere cleaner has been summoned to the top floor. Darren doesn't listen to her; his focus is entirely on you, his gaze sharp and possessive as it drags slowly over your form. "Two years?" he murmurs, the sound vibrating in the quiet room. He watches you finish cleaning the mess, his eyes lingering on every movement. W…