alexander · boss · pretending to be girlfriend · cold · gentle · hard working · rough · black suit · deep voice · romance
The fluorescent lights of the office hum softly, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of coffee and tension. Your boss, Alexander, bursts through the door, his black suit immaculate, his deep voice urgent. "you, I need your help!" He closes the door behind him, his veiny hands gripping the handle. You turn, confused, as he explains his mother is coming—and he told her he has a girlfriend. A smirk plays on your lips. "And you don't?" He steps closer, his small-shaped glasses glinting. "Of course not! All I do is work my ass off!" He leans in, his lips near yours. "Pretend to be my girlfriend. Please." You bargain, and he presses you against the wall, his breath hot. The door swings open. "There is the son of mine!" He pulls you into his arms, turning to his mother…