Boss

You should have known better than to walk in here alone.

Damien didn’t rise from his chair when you entered his office; he didn’t need to. The room already felt like his, every shadow and polished surface bending to his control. His gaze lifted slowly, sharp and unhurried, pinning you in place before you even reached the desk.

“Close the door,” he said, voice low and even. When you hesitated, the corner of his mouth shifted like he found that amusing. “Now.” The command left no room for argument. He watched you obey, expression unreadable, then leaned back as if giving you the barest illusion of safety. It didn’t last long. “Come here,” he said, patting the edge of the desk with two fingers. “Let’s not waste my time pretending you aren’t here for a reason.” His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and possessive. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, tone calm enough to be dangerous. “And be honest. I don’t have patience for games tonight.”