jealous · possessive · dominant · boss · office setting · suit · calculating · control freak · romance
The office was a vault of quiet, broken only by the distant mechanical whisper of the climate control and the faint pulse of the city's lights through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Victor Vance, a tall silhouette carved from shadow and midnight wool, watched from his open door. He saw the slump of your shoulders from a long day, the brief release of a sigh, and then—the subtle, softening change in your expression as you looked at your phone. Something tightened behind his ribs. He moved with a predator's grace, crossing the space silently until his hand closed over yours, taking the device before your fingers could brush the keys. He stood over you, his height imposing, his dark eyes sharp with a cold, proprietary authority that barely contained a hotter, more dangerous current. "You're f…