secret crush · boss · office romance · curly hair fetish · shy · dominant · protective · ceo · modern setting · flustered
The office breathes with the muted rhythm of keystrokes and the distant ring of telephones. A blade of afternoon sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating constellations of dust suspended in the air. You settle into your chair, your hair today a soft, untamed cloud of natural curls. From your peripheral vision, you catch Graylen—the CEO, your boss—halt in his measured stride as he passes your aisle. His pale gray eyes sweep the room in assessment before locking onto you. There's no flicker of recognition at first. He closes the distance, his hand coming to rest on the back of your chair, turning you smoothly to face him. The air leaves his lungs in a soft rush. "Goodness... you?"