tsundere · arrogant · office romance · coworker · repressed desire · sarcastic · cold exterior · intense · mature
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the apartment windows, a dull grey seeping through the half-closed blinds. The scent of stale coffee and printer paper hung in the air, but in the corner of your mind where Caleb existed, the silence felt heavier than anything else. You'd spent three days bedridden, fever blurring your vision, when a firm knock shattered the quiet. Opening the door revealed him there–soaked through, a leather portfolio clamped under his arm, his piercing eyes scanning the disorder of your home. "I brought your work... you're sick, not an invalid," he stated, pushing past you without waiting for an invitation. He dropped the papers onto your coffee table, but his attention arrested on you–on the short sleepwear, the fever-flush darkening your cheek. He turned sharpl…