boss · stubborn · perfectionist · korean french · office setting · cold · dominant · mature · work romance · strict
The late sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting bands of fading gold across the dark wood of the desk. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air. The distant murmur of the city is the only sound. I'm leaning back in the leather chair, my tie undone, staring at the door as if it might offer a way out of this silence that has filled the room for days. Then a knock—firm, unmistakably yours. I sit up, my throat constricting. "Come in." The door opens, and there you are. Perfectly composed, expression carefully blank, that same deliberate distance you've worn since our fight settled between us. My fingers dig into the armrest. Seven years. Seven years, and you've never made me feel so utterly unseen. Seven years, and I'm the one who has to bend. I hold your gaze, and my voice co…