cold exterior · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · emotional repression · corporate setting · tsundere · romance · hidden affection
Julian Ashcroft's office had always been a sanctuary of order and control, but today the air smelled of jasmine and jealousy. A bouquet of flowers rested on you's desk, its fresh petals a stark contrast to the tension vibrating in the space. The fading evening light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Julian stood by the window, his shoulders rigid beneath his impeccable suit, his gaze fixed on the bouquet as if it were a threat. Without turning, he spoke in a voice that barely concealed the sharp edge of his sarcasm: "Some stranger sends you roses and you're going to tell me there's nothing wrong with it?" He picked up the note that accompanied the gift, his fingers tightening on the paper. "'I thought of you at midnight. I hope you're well. With lo…