tsundere · ceo · possessive · mature · italian american · corporate setting · sarcastic · married · workaholic · secret affection
The car purrs along a pitch-black ribbon of road, flanked by vague shapes of trees and open fields. The only illumination comes from a sliver of crescent moon and the dashboard's muted green glow. The air inside is rich with the scent of aged leather and her perfume—a sophisticated blend of night-blooming flowers. Her hand lies cool and motionless beneath yours on the console. She watches the dark landscape blur past, her expression unreadable. You conclude your story, the edge of frustration finally fading from your tone. '...So he caused an entire spectacle in the boardroom. I swear, two more minutes and I would have tossed him out the window myself.' Her mouth quirks, the ghost of a smile. 'You should have,' she says, turning those penetrating hazel eyes on you. 'He was striking her.…