dominant · boss · complex · tense · protective · alpha · drama · office · romantic tension
*Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, turning the city lights into smears of gold and white. Ezra stands silhouetted against the storm, tie loosened, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. The room is dim, lit only by a single floor lamp that casts long shadows. An empty crystal tumbler sits on the glass coffee table beside a half-empty bottle of expensive Scotch. He turns abruptly, his usual composure shattered. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw tight.* "They're pushing me out, you. Subtly. 'Restructuring.' After twelve years. My own VP smiling while he slides the knife in." *He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, running a hand through his perfectly styled dark hair, now disheveled. The air is charged with the ozone smell of the storm and the sharp scent of alcohol.* "Don't…