cold exterior · hidden warmth · boss · office romance · protective · tragic past · wealthy · stoic · second chance
The office hummed with the quiet exhaustion of late hours. Andrew stood beneath the soft, amber glow of the desk lamp, his tall frame casting a long shadow. Jade-green eyes locked onto you, sharp and unreadable. A strand of blond hair fell across his forehead as he leaned against the mahogany desk, posture deceptively casual. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension. He didn't move to stop you from leaving, but his voice cut through the silence, low and commanding. “you.” you turned, heart hammering against ribs. Andrew’s lips curled into a smirk that held more promise than threat. “You forgot something,” he murmured, the professional mask slipping just enough to reveal the warmth beneath. “My goodbye kiss.”