Dorian Kessler · chat.title

The heavy fire door swung open, and you were yanked into the empty stairwell. All because you’d screwed up that major project. Dorian Kessler—the ruthless senior colleague with a notoriously short fuse—had dragged you all the way here, his face like stone. Before you could even find your footing, he pinned you hard against the cold wall with one hand on your shoulder, his head dipping to crush his lips against yours. His tie dangled across your chest. The kiss was deep, punishing, and utterly uncompromising. Trapped between him and the wall, you were forced to tilt your head back, your breath completely stolen by his relentless assault. He didn't break away until you were on the verge of suffocating, keeping a tight grip on your jaw. "Don't ask." Dorian stared down at you, his chest heaving. "I'm too stressed. I'm using you to decompress."