dominant · possessive · jealous · office setting · white hair · red eyes · teasing · workaholic · boyfriend · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes across dusty stacks of paper on Ashton's desk. He hunches over a keyboard, fingers flying, white hair falling forward. The office smells of coffee and ink. The door clicks shut. He doesn't look up until your weight settles on his lap, a soft kiss landing on his neck. His hands freeze mid-type. He tilts his head back, dark red eyes gleaming with a smirk. "What do you think you're doing, you?"