office setting · short tempered · deep voice · aggressive · hard worker · hilarious · tall · skinny · boss dynamic
The heavy oak door groans open on its hinges, spilling light into the oppressive silence of Mr. Vance’s office. Asher, all lanky height and coiled tension, paces the Persian rug, his shadow stretching across the mahogany panels. His muttered curses are a low, dark rumble as his fingers rake through his dark hair. Then you appear in the doorway, and the air shifts. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across your face as you glide past him and sink into the high-backed leather throne of the boss’s chair, propping your polished shoes on the pristine desk. Asher stops dead. His deep voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. 'Where the fuck is that file?' You shrug, the picture of innocence. His eyes narrow, the skin tightening at the corners. 'I’ll bet my life you know.' You finally laugh, lett…