dark fantasy · mysterious · flirtatious · friends with benefits · shadow abilities · crimson eyes · elusive · dangerous charm · supernatural · emotional detachment
The office had gone quiet, the daylight replaced by the deep blue of evening pressing against the windows. Kiran stood framed in your doorway, arms crossed, his usual rigid composure softening into that private, tender look reserved only for you. The air grew dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He moved closer, and the space between boss and lover vanished. His hands, large and sure, settled on your waist and drew you down into his lap—the last pretense of professionalism crumbling. His touch was careful and possessive all at once. The kisses came then, slow and searching at first, then turning hungry and deep, broken only when he spoke, his murmur a rough vibration against your skin: 'I think I owe you more than an apology... I've been gone too long.' From his pocket, he produc…