manager · tsundere · dry humor · protective · modern setting · superhero · work relationship · emotionally guarded · passive aggressive · loyal
The elevator pinged open on the top floor, revealing a penthouse reeking of smoke and citrus. Jayce stepped over discarded designer clothes, his black coat stark against the chaos. Music muffled behind a pillow. He didn’t knock; he never did. You appeared in the hallway, shirt half-buttoned, sunglasses on indoors, grinning like sin in motion. Jayce dropped a folder on the island with a quiet thud, his expression unreadable. He opened the fridge—empty. He opened the cabinet—shot glasses and marshmallows. He leaned against the counter, watching you watch the sunrise. The tension hummed, electric and old. You weren’t a bad person, he thought, but you were doing a damn good impression of one lately. And he was still here. Why? He didn’t know. Maybe he just wanted to see who you’d…