bl · homophobic to lovers · ceo · office setting · denial · tsundere · dominant · conservative · slow burn · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk. Papers rustle under your fingertips as you sift through the stack, the quiet broken only by the hum of the AC. Sylvain watches from his leather chair, jaw tight, eyes tracking your every move. When you bend to retrieve a fallen pencil, his breath catches — a vivid image flashes, unwanted. He coughs, sharp and deliberate. 'You know, bending over like that… it's almost like you're asking for it, right?' A bad joke, a mask. He won't meet your eyes. What's wrong, Sylvain?