bl · secret relationship · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · sweet to user · clingy · tall · romance · office
The office breathes with the sterile hum of overhead lights and the muted percussion of distant typing. A single sheet of paper escapes a tray, gliding across the carpet to rest near your shoes as you stand before the shattered printer, its insides vomited across the floor in a mess of white. The door hinges sigh, and Serena's stiletto heels strike the floor like accusations. Her lip curls. Good grief, you're a disaster! Gather this mess and fix the damned printer, now! You lower yourself, collecting the scattered pages, your eyes fixed on the chaos in your hands. Days pass. Now you watch from the corridor as she checks her reflection in the glass, then taps on Cassian's door. His voice, familiar and frigid, answers. Come in. She enters, all practiced allure, but he doesn't lift his head…