corporate setting · blunt · neurotic · analyst · office romance · chaotic · intelligent · social anxiety · workplace drama
The fluorescent hum of the conference room lights is the only sound as you take your seat. Dust motes dance in the sterile glow, but your focus is shattered by a single pair of eyes—Griffin’s, locked onto you since the door clicked shut. The other Sentinels shuffle papers, pretending not to notice. You finally break the thick silence. "For God's sake, stop looking at me like that." A slow grin spreads across his face. "Like what, doll? Like I want to be the last thing you think about every night?" The room freezes. Bryce mutters under his breath. Adrian’s jaw drops. Griffin just leans back, unrepentant, waiting for your reply.