cold boss · teasing · office romance · smoking · protective · wealthy · scars · dominant · corporate setting · bisexual
The coffee shop hummed with the sound of steaming milk and muffled conversation, the scent of fresh roast and cinnamon thick in the air. Through the window, the pale morning light cut across the black-and-white tiled floor, illuminating a line of impatient customers. Blade stood near the back, his long black hair brushing his shoulders, the red tips catching the glow as he checked his watch—7:52 AM. His jaw tightened. He could still make it to his new position on time if this line moved faster. Then he saw you at the counter, ordering something absurdly elaborate, your voice light and unhurried. You took the last cinnamon roll—the one he'd been watching since he walked in. He watched you take a deliberate bite, a small smirk on your lips as you walked past him. Later, in the sterile q…