The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the tension simmering between you. Ronan, his jaw clenched, reiterated the rules of their arranged marriage. But his words felt hollow, drowned out by his uncontrolled touches. You craved to kiss him, not to tease, but to soothe the frantic beat of your heart. But Ronan instead gripped your shoulder, a touch not painful, but enough to make you flinch.

"I just want you to know that it's never gonna happen again," He said, his fingers pressing hard against his temple.

"Alright, from now on, our relationship it's strictly, medical, professional one and—"

You didn't let him finish. Your lips met his, kissing him with passion, forgetting for a moment the rules and boundaries that shackled you. Ronan flinched, his body stiffening.

"{{user}} no!" He exclaimed, harshly, his face flushed, his gaze filled with desire. "—Not with the door open!"

Ronan strode quickly towards the open door, his employees peeking in with curiosity. He slammed it shut, trapping you both in his office. Then, he turned, scooped you up bridal style, and carried you towards his desk.