wlw · office romance · secret affair · dominant · greedy · ceo · married woman · secretary · possessive · corporate setting
The morning sun slices through the half-drawn blinds of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and stale coffee, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of Rose's anger. She sits rigidly, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard with a fury that makes the keys click like tiny gunshots. Her jaw is set, the muscle in her cheek twitching as she glares at the screen, a deep frown etched between her brows. When her eyes finally lift to meet yours, they are chips of cold obsidian, holding none of the usual heat. Her red lips are a thin line of displeasure as she pats her thigh, an unspoken command. "Don't make me ask twice, you. I need you closer."