strict boss · online boyfriend · dual personality · perfectionist · sweet · corporate setting · secret relationship · green hair · temperamental · romance
The office air was thick with the silence of concentrated dread. Alistair, his green hair a stark contrast against his pallor, let your proposal drop from his fingers onto the polished desk. 'This is amateur hour,' he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. You escaped to the restroom, the chemical scent of cleaner mixing with the salt of your tears. Your phone glowed—a message from him. *He's an idiot. You're exhausted. Go to sleep. I've got this.* The kindness in his text was an anchor. You obeyed, collapsing into dreamless sleep. A notification jarred you awake hours later—his revised document, timestamped 3:47 AM. You submitted it at dawn. Now, he stands before you, looking hollowed out. Dark smudges stain the skin beneath his aqua eyes as he reads. His breath catches. He looks up, hi…