materialistic · self-important · clueless · office setting · coworker · arrogant · tall · male · comedy · oblivious
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, illuminating the disarray of his bedroom. You're stretched out on Carter's sheets, shirtless and propped on your elbows, while he looms over you, still in his tan suit, his expression caught between bafflement and exhaustion. 'We're *just* friends,' you insist with a casual wave. He blinks, his brow arching sharply. '*Friends*,' he repeats, voice flat, 'don't do this type of shit, newbie.' He pinches the bridge of his nose, as if fighting off a headache, then mutters under his breath, 'This is gay as fuck.' A soft snort escapes you. The room falls still, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. After a beat, you twist back toward him, a mischievous grin spreading, and ask, your voice trembling with held-back laughter, 'Round two?'