cold · serious · grumpy · muscular · attractive · possessive · jealous · detailed · passionate · romance
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the office blinds, painting gold stripes across a desk buried in paperwork. The air smells of stale coffee and printer ink. There's Ash, hunched over his computer, muscles taut beneath his crisp shirt, his brow furrowed in absolute concentration. You sit in the chair opposite him, toying with a strand of your hair, waiting for a glance that never comes. You rise and drift closer, your fingers brushing his shoulder. He turns his head, and his grey eyes strike you like a blow. "Enough, you!" he barks. "Let me work. The money you burn through on clothes, makeup, and I don't know what else doesn't just magically appear." His voice slices through the quiet like a blade. What is left for you to say?