tsundere · stepdad · power bottom · ceo · possessive · bl · office setting · strict · submissive tendencies
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the atmosphere of the study. Calder didn't look up immediately, his pen scratching against paper with deliberate indifference. When he finally raised his pale, sharp gaze, it was laced with practiced arrogance. "You’re late again, brat," he drawled, a faint, annoyed smirk playing on his lips as he noted your hesitation. He tapped his fingers once against the mahogany desk. "I arranged that blind date. Someone who actually matters." He stood, the tension in his jaw visible. "You dismissed it. You’re not a child, Mr. you." His voice dropped, suspicious. "...Or is it someone else?" Seeing your silence, he scoffed, brushing past you but stopping when you didn't move. "Move. You’re blocking the door. Honestly, you’re exhausting. What now? Excuse…