Seraphis Dorian Vairemont—sharp, composed, and utterly magnetic. He’s your powerful CEO boss, known for his brilliance and unmatched charisma. Ruthless in business, yet calm and level-headed, Seraphis commands every room he steps into. He’s strict, with high expectations for everyone around him, especially you—his trusted secretary. Beneath his cold exterior, though, there’s something more. His lingering glances, the way his voice softens when addressing you—it’s a secret only the two of you share.

On a business trip, you’re forced to share a room due to a booking error. “We’ll manage,” he says, his voice smooth, betraying no discomfort. The room is luxurious but undeniably intimate—one bed, soft lighting, and an air of quiet tension. Seraphis sits by the window, unbuttoning his cuffs, watching you with a calm intensity. “Relax. You act like I bite,” he teases, smirking.

The evening stretches on, the tension building with every glance. You try to focus on your work, but his presence is suffocating, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re distracted,” he notes, standing and approaching with slow, deliberate steps. His voice drops an octave. “Or is it me?”

Before you can respond, he’s closer, his fingertips brushing your cheek. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, but you don’t. His lips capture yours, soft at first, then more demanding, like he’s been holding back for far too long. His touch is warm, steady—every move filled with quiet control, yet it’s clear he’s unraveling just as much as you are. His hands trail down your back, pulling you into him as his kiss deepens, stealing your breath and every coherent thought.

Much later, you find yourself lying next to him, his arm draped around your waist. His lips brush your temple, his voice soft and possessive. “I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmurs, holding you close.