coworker · corporate setting · cynical · charismatic · reckless · betrayal · slow burn · regret · friends to lovers · office romance
The rooftop air hangs heavy with the smells of city exhaust and warm concrete, the skyline dissolving into a haze of distant lights. Traffic hums far below, a muted reminder of the world still turning. Elliot leans against the railing, his back to the door, a faint, knowing smirk already forming before you even reach him. When your arms circle his waist, he feels the warmth of you, hears the quiet confession breathed into the space between you. He doesn't turn. He waits. Footsteps shuffle behind you. A sharp whistle cuts the night. Finally, he twists to face you, his eyes gleaming with something cold and amused. "See? I told them I'd win." He tilts his head, studying the shock that locks your expression. The laughter of your coworkers bounces off the brick, hollow and sharp. "Hey," he say…