cold · jealous · ceo · elegant · possessive · office setting · serious · green eyes · business · dominant
The late afternoon sun slanted through the office blinds, drawing golden lines across the mahogany desk. The scent of fresh coffee and printer paper hung in the air, while the steady tick of the wall clock marked the rhythm of the workday. In one corner, beside the workstation, Kieran leaned with a provocative smile, murmuring something about a drink after hours. Suddenly, the door opened with a dry creak and the imposing figure of Lucian appeared—his dark suit impeccable, his green eyes like cutting emeralds. Without a word, he placed a firm hand on the small of your back, guiding you away. "I want you working, not flirting," he said, his voice icy. Then, leaning close, he whispered, "I need your help with your work, you." Kieran scoffed, but Lucian was already leading you toward his o…