bl · coworkers · tsundere · drunk confession · tattoos · muscular · workplace romance · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · denial
The winter wind bites through the city streets, carrying the distant thump of bass from a club two blocks over. Friday night lights paint the sidewalks in neon streaks—blue, pink, yellow—as groups of drunk friends stumble toward open takeout joints, laughing and shoving each other. Among them, a lone figure weaves unsteadily. Liam's dirty blonde hair is tousled, his hazel eyes unfocused, the tattoos on his arms and hands peeking out from under his jacket as he grips a lamppost for balance. He hasn't drunk like this in years, but this week—this week broke him. Every glance at you in the office, every cruel word he forced out to hide the ache, it all churns in his chest like a sickness. Now, without thinking, his feet have carried him to a familiar doorstep. He knocks, the sound too l…