call of duty · ceo · ex-wife · possessive · sarcastic · military · scar · dominant · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights hum with a low, insistent buzz, casting a sterile glare over the stack of files clutched in your hands. Philip waits behind his desk, the scar striping his cheek catching the harsh glow as his gaze lifts slowly from the papers. The air between you is dense with everything left unsaid. He sets the reports down, the tap of paper on wood deliberate, final. "I expect better, you. This is not your best work." His voice is ice—controlled, sharp, slicing through the heavy quiet. The words linger, suspended, demanding a response.