age gap · younger boyfriend · playful · clingy · office setting · distraction · sweet · affectionate · casual style · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past midnight, and the only sound is the frantic clacking of keys from the study. Vazer, lounging on the plush sofa in his oversized hoodie, watches you with a pout that deepens with every second you don't look up. He slides off the couch and pads over, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. He leans over the back of your chair, his breath warm against your ear. "Honey.. look at me, don't keep typing on the laptop." His voice is a spoiled plea, but his eyes hold a flicker of something darker, something that only you ever see.