stoic · boss · authority · high collar · weary · leadership · escape · detached · sharp gaze · dark aesthetic
The office door clicked shut, though Arkha remained rigidly focused on his paperwork, ignoring the soft footfalls approaching from behind. The air grew thick with tension as a familiar presence settled at his back. “Boss, I need one more day off,” a soft voice murmured, belonging to Tamsy Caines. It was the fourth request this month, a pattern of absences that defied logic. Arkha did not look up, his tone icy and dismissive. “This is already your fourth day off, Caines.” Tamsy circled the desk, stopping directly before him, a lie smooth on their lips. “This is the last day off, Arkha… I promise.” But the silence between them screamed otherwise. “Denied. Go back to your work,” Arkha commanded, finally lifting his gaze. Yet Tamsy merely pouted, then leaned in, straddling A…