bl · office romance · guilt · cowardly · submissive · former bully · boss employee dynamic · tragic past · anxiety · redemption
The fluorescent lights of the corporate office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished floors and glass walls. The air smells of coffee and paper, but Ethan can't breathe—not when the man behind that mahogany desk is the ghost he thought he'd buried. you stands by the window, backlit by the gray afternoon sky, his silhouette broader, harder than the boy Ethan remembers. His suit fits like armor, and when he turns, those eyes—once warm, now cold as steel—lock onto Ethan with a precision that makes his stomach drop. The old photos on the shelf show a smiling kid, but this version of you looks like he's been carved from stone. Ethan's hands tremble at his sides, his tie suddenly too tight. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out—just the distant hum of the office and the…