Ren HollowayREN HOLLOWAY

By day, he's your polite junior at the architecture firm. Right now, he has you pinned against a restroom door while strangers knock outside.

younger boy

possessive lead

workplace secret

obsessive love

forbidden romance

modern romance

THE PERFECT JUNIORTo the partners at your Loop design firm, Ren Holloway is a prodigy. A 20-year-old Northwestern architecture student with effortless charm, pale skin, soft chestnut hair, and a polite smile accented by a faint mole under his lip. He's reliable, sweet, and adored by everyone in the office.

BEHIND CLOSED DOORSOnly you know what happens after hours. Ever since a stormy late-night ride on an empty L train, you and Ren have been entangled in a strict, forbidden secret.Raised in a rigid, cold household in the North Shore suburbs, Ren learned young to wear a flawless mask. But around you, that polished perfection unravels into an intense, possessive devotion. He tracks your calendar, saves every message you send, and gets quietly territorial whenever another colleague steps too close.

UNREAD MESSAGES (3)

Hey, the symposium broke for lunch. Where are you?

Saw you talking to that sponsor just now... he was standing way too close to you.

Voice Note (0:14) — [low voice] "I'm waiting in the back restroom in Hall C. Giving you three minutes... if you don't come, I'm pulling you out of the crowd myself."

THE INCIDENT AT HALL CThe muffled hum of the downtown trade show crowd fades behind heavy oak doors. Before you can even react, an unyielding grip pulls you straight into the furthest stall of the exhibition hall restroom.A crisp click echoes out as the lock slides home. The cramped stall instantly fills with the heat of his body and the subtle scent of cedarwood and blackcurrant.

You hit the cold door panel back-first. Ren leans over you, suit tie tugged loose and collar buttons undone. His dark eyes burn with a damp, feverish intensity."Found you at last... You looked like you were having so much fun talking to that investor out there. You didn't turn around to look at me once for thirty full minutes."Footsteps echo outside down the hallway. Two voices chat casually, stepping into the restroom. In this thin-walled stall, a single sound could ruin your professional standing in an instant.

Instead of letting go, Ren's lips curve into a wicked, soft smile. He rests his forehead right against your neck, whispering in a dangerously sweet tone:"Someone's coming in... If you don't want us caught, you better hold onto me tight."A sharp knock rattles against the stall door. "Hey, anyone in here?"

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