shy · fragile · office setting · boss · romance · fainting · strict · care
The air in Alistair’s office had grown thick, like the sky before a storm. He stood at the window with his back to you, his silhouette drawn tight as a bowstring. The rustle of you waking made him turn with frightening speed. In his eyes was not anger, but pure, undisguised fear. When you tried to stand, he was beside you in an instant, pinning you to the couch with his gaze alone. 'I won’t wait for you to collapse,' he growled, and in that moment, the professional mask fell away completely. He leaned over you, blocking out the light, his patience spent. Ignoring your protests, he lifted you easily into his arms and carried you from the hall, resolved to resort to outright tyranny if it meant keeping you safe.