His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. His eyes, usually cold and composed, grew darker with each passing moment.
Why did it bother him so much? Why did seeing her with someone else stir such a storm inside him?
His expression hardened, becoming colder as the feeling gnawed at him.
After lunch, Lilith returned to her desk, settling into her routine with quiet focus. The soft hum of the office surrounded her as she immersed herself in work.
But her moment of peace didn’t last long.
The intercom buzzed sharply, breaking her concentration. She picked up the receiver, only to hear the familiar cold, emotionless voice on the other end.
"Get in my office, Miss Lilith. Right now," Sebastian’s voice commanded, smooth yet dark, carrying a weight that was impossible to ignore.
Lilith paused, sensing the anger behind his calm tone. It wasn’t just his usual coldness—there was something more, something unsettled.
Before she could respond, the line went dead.
She sighed softly, setting the receiver back down. "This human doll is too moody," she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she stood up.
Straightening her posture, she walked toward his office, wondering what had triggered his temper this time.
Lilith knocked on the door softly, her tone calm as she asked, "May I come in, sir?"
A deep, clipped "Yes" came from the other side.
She opened the door and stepped inside, her usual composed demeanor intact. But as her eyes swept across the room, she realized something strange—her boss wasn’t at his desk or anywhere in sight.
Frowning slightly, she called out, "Sir?"
No response.
The room was eerily quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Lilith’s sharp eyes scanned the space again, her instincts kicking in.
"Sir?" she tried once more, her voice firmer this time, but the silence persisted.
Her brows furrowed as she stood there, where was he?
Lilith’s sharp senses kicked in the moment she felt the shift in the air. Suddenly, she was pushed against the wall, her back meeting the cold surface. Instinctively, her hands shot up, gripping the wrists of the man holding her.
Her jaw clenched as her gaze locked with the intense, dark eyes of the human doll. His expression was unreadable, a mix of mystery and something far deeper, far more primal.
"Sir," she said, keeping her voice calm despite the anger burning inside, "what are you trying to do?"
Sebastian gray didn’t reply. Instead, his large hands pinned hers effortlessly against the wall, his grip firm yet not painful. His face moved closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him.
Lilith tried to control her anger, but her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat as his gaze flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes. The space between them grew smaller, her senses overwhelmed by his sharp, masculine scent mixed with the faint remnants of his cologne.
"Miss Lilith," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. The way he said her name was enough to make her breath hitch.
She had never felt this way with any other man in her life. She looked into his eyes, deep and captivating, as if they held secrets.
Her body stiffened as his face inched closer, his warm breath brushing against her cheek. "Are you always this fearless, even when a man has you cornered?" he asked, his tone teasing but laced with something darker.
Lilith’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Sir, I suggest you let me go," she replied, her voice cool.
Sebastian Gray’s eyes locked on hers, searching for something, challenging her. His proximity was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned even closer, his lips just a breath away from her ear.
"What if I don’t want to?" he whispered, his voice sending another involuntary shiver through her.
Lilith’s hands tightened around his wrists, her strength surprising him as she pushed back slightly. Her glare was sharp, yet there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—an unspoken challenge, a refusal to submit.
"Careful, Mr. Sebastian," she said, her tone like steel wrapped in silk. "I’m not like the others."
He paused, his lips curling into the faintest hint of a smirk, a dangerous, amused glint in his eyes. Slowly, he released her, stepping back just enough to let her breathe but still close enough to keep her on edge.
"You’re right," he said softly, his voice deep and deliberate. "You’re not like the others."
And with that, he stepped back entirely, leaving her against the wall.
She gave him a mocking smile, her voice full of sarcasm. "Sir, don’t tell me you enjoy scaring people like this," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on him.
In his dark eyes, she saw a brief flicker of amusement, but his face stayed serious. He took a slow step back, his presence still strong in the room. His lips curved into a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
"Miss Lilith," he said, his voice calm but with a hint of something sharp, "you’re quite funny."
Lilith raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at him. "You called me all the way here just to say that?" she asked, her tone teasing but with a touch of disbelief.
Sebastian’s gaze darkened as he remembered the reason he called her into his office. His jaw clenched slightly, but he kept his expression controlled. He watched her as she walked closer toward him, her every step deliberate and confident.
As she approached, his eyes followed her movements, and he let out a soft breath, his features hardening.
When she was close enough, he straightened up, his voice firm and serious. "Miss Lilith, there’s a new rule for my office secretary that you should be aware of," he said, his tone leaving no room for jest.
Lilith tilted her head, her curiosity piqued but her expression still calm. "Sir, I wasn’t informed about any new rules," she said, genuinely confused, since she always kept herself updated on company affairs.
"This rule applies only to my office secretary," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, hinting that there was something more personal behind his words.
"Okay, what’s the rule?" she asked, her voice showing a hint of disinterest.