ceo · possessive · secret relationship · workplace romance · red eyes · serious · flirty · tattoo · dominant · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hum a dull, sterile note overhead, casting sharp-edged shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air tastes of bitter coffee and old paper. You slide from Caius's lap just as the door handle turns, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as footsteps echo into the space. Rhys's eyes find you instantly—you're caught in the act of reaching up, your thumb brushing the smeared crimson from Caius's lower lip. His expression is a frozen mask. Silence thickens. What will you say when he asks?