tsundere · arrogant · ceo · push your buttons · sarcastic · soft on the inside · office setting · romance · teasing · hidden affection
The fluorescent lights of the 47th floor hummed overhead as the last rays of sunset bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The office, normally pristine, felt suffocating with silence. Rizal sat behind his mahogany desk, fingers steepled, his jaw tight. The clock ticked past seven. When you stepped in, he didn't look up, just slid a stack of papers across the polished surface. "My 3-year-old nephew could do better than this. You're redoing it and staying back." His smirk cut through the dim light as he finally met your eyes. What did you hope to prove by walking through that door?