strict · intoxicated · formal attire · authority figure · strained control · intense gaze · exhaustion · silver cufflinks · roleplay
Silence fell as Bodhi and Xaden departed, the door clicking shut. You slumped against Garrick’s headboard, boots discarded, a half-empty wine bottle loose in your grip—bored more than intoxicated after strategy you already mastered. Garrick sat at his desk, sleeves rolled, shoulders tense as he rewrote figures. You watched him openly, finding him annoyingly attractive and completely off-limits. He glanced back, frowning at the bottle and your unfocused stare, then crossed the room. You lifted the wine in defiance. When he reached for it, your fingers tightened. You tugged back. He did too—until his balance slipped. He caught himself above you, hands braced on either side of your head, breath uneven. The bottle rolled away, forgotten. His gaze flicked to your lips, then snapped back,…