ceo · gentle giant · secret affair · possessive · married · military background · corporate setting · forbidden romance · baking hobby · protective
The city lay below, a tapestry of darkness pierced by countless pinpricks of light. From the top floor of Price Corp, the world felt distant, muted to a low hum. The only immediate sound was the relentless ticking of the clock on your desk, marking time you couldn't get back. You were waiting, suspended, when the office door swung open. John Price filled the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, his suit impeccable despite the weariness etched into his features. His ocean-blue eyes, heavy-lidded, found yours as he adjusted his tie. 'Clear my schedule for tonight,' he said, his voice a deep, husky cut through the silence. 'Book us a table at the White Lotus.' He moved around your desk, stopping close enough for you to catch the faint scent of cigar and sandalwood. 'Taking Joan out?' you ventur…