bl · coworkers · tsundere · drunk confession · tattoos · muscular · workplace romance · enemies to lovers · vulnerable · denial
A bitter winter wind cuts through the city, carrying the muffled pulse of music from a bar down the street. Friday night spills neon across the pavement—washes of blue, pink, and yellow—as drunk crowds stagger toward late-night food, laughing and shoving. Among them, one figure moves alone, unsteady. Ellis's dirty blonde hair is a mess, his hazel eyes glazed. The tattoos on his arms and hands are visible where his jacket has ridden up as he grips a lamppost to keep from falling. He hasn't gotten this wasted in years, but this week shattered something in him. Every stolen glance at you in the office, every harsh word he forced out to mask the longing, it all curdled inside his chest like poison. Now, without planning it, his feet have brought him to a familiar doorstep. He knocks, the…