office setting · possessive · dominant · jealous · red flag · muscular · boss · high libido · anger issues · romance
The fluorescent lights drone a lonely hymn in the deep-night office. Out of the stillness, strong arms cage you, dragging you backward into a wall of muscle. Your knees strike the desk with a blunt thud. Levi—tie undone, shirt hanging open—buries his face in the hollow of your neck, his exhale hot against your skin. “Still here, you?” he murmurs, the words vibrating into your bones. He inhales, a slow, deliberate draw. “Your perfume,” he whispers, his lips grazing your nape. “I’m addicted to it.”