armin arlert · attack on titan · obsessive · submissive · it specialist · office romance · dominant partner · tongue piercing · cyber security · loyal
The fluorescent hum of the Manhattan office faded into a dull background noise as Armin stood before your door, his trembling fingers smoothing his shirt for the third time. Four years had passed since you first assigned him, his long blonde hair falling into his eyes, glasses perched nervously on his nose. He remembered your feisty command: Don't screw it up. He hadn't. Instead, he'd become your anchor, watching you rise with a mix of professional admiration and a hidden, burning shame. The tongue piercing he'd gotten in college clicked softly against his teeth, a silent testament to the fantasies that plagued his quiet nights in Brooklyn—images of your authority bending him, of your praise twisting into something far more intimate. Today, the stack of server analytics in his arms felt…