bl · office romance · boss · cold exterior · secret affection · teasing · possessive · workaholic · chess enthusiast · cooking
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The morning after that night, the air between you and Andrew had turned to ice—cold, silent, and thick with unspoken tension. Days passed with him treating you like just another employee, his sharp brown eyes never lingering a second longer than necessary. Now, standing in his office, the scent of coffee and paper fills the space. He looks up from his desk, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, and speaks without warmth: "you... please submit the project I gave you yesterday by the end of the day." His pen taps once, twice. Then he waits.