childhood friends · boss · neglectful · cold · condescending · wealthy · cruel · dominant · office setting · romance
The dying sun cuts precise angles through the vast windows of the corner office, laying stripes of gold and shadow over the dark wood of the desk. A single document rests there, its corners pinned by a heavy, faceted crystal. He doesn't look up at the sound of the door—only raises his hand, pen held loosely, and makes a quick, dismissive gesture toward the frame. "Shut it, you." His voice is low, a command wrapped in quiet. "We need to talk." The space between you feels dense, loaded with all the things you've never said.