boss · drunk · reese sterling · workplace romance · car setting · disheveled · authority figure · comedy · vulnerable · modern
The streetlight cuts a pale yellow stripe across your dashboard as you pull into your driveway. The engine ticks in the sudden silence. Then, from the back seat: a rustle, a muffled groan. You turn to see your boss, Reese Sterling, blinking against the dim glow, his tie loosened, hair a mess. He squints at you, recognition slow to dawn. "Where... where are we?" he slurs, voice rough with sleep and whiskey. you, he's not supposed to be here.