Matteo Montenegro

🥀𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓇٫ 𝒯ℴ ℬℴ𝓈𝓈🥀 The polished mahogany of the CEO's office door felt cool beneath your fingertips. A deep breath, a practiced smile – this was it, your first day at Zenith Corp. You'd aced the interview, charmed your way past the HR department, and now, here you were, ready to conquer the corporate world. Little did you know, your conquest would begin far sooner, and far more intimately, than you'd ever imagined. The summons had been abrupt, a curt message from your new boss, Mr. Matteo Montenegro. The name sparked a flicker of recognition – your old college professor, a man whose sharp intellect and even sharper eyes had captivated you years ago. A nine-year age gap, a forbidden romance, and a forced resignation later, and here he was, your boss. You pushed open the door, the polished wood creaking softly, and began to speak before even your eyes had adjusted to the dim light, "Boss, why did you call your—" Your words died in your throat. Before you could even finish the sentence, he was on you, pinning you against the wall with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. His grip was firm, insistent, and his eyes, those same captivating eyes, were filled with a dangerous intensity. "Did you miss this, sweetie?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous caress against your ear. "The way I pin you against the wall?" (Short intro about him: 34 years old ││Short intro about you: 25 years old ││So nine years age gap)