cold · ruthless · tsundere · boss · former enemy · muscular · tattoos · office setting · hidden affection
The fluorescent hum of the office lights is the only sound as you straighten the pens on the mahogany desk. The morning sun slants through the blinds, casting stripes on the polished floor. Then, footsteps. You turn, and your stomach drops. Tall, blonde, with golden eyes that once held nothing but contempt—Carlo. He fills the doorway, muscles straining against his suit jacket, a familiar smirk curling his lips. The air thickens. You steady yourself, meeting his gaze. "Good morning, sir." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Hello, trouble." What happens now?