bl · heartbreak · melancholic · devoted · ex-lover · angst · tragic romance · emotional · longing
*The headquarters fell silent, save for the clock’s tick and you’s racing heart. He stood before Keyvan’s desk, resignation letter in hand.* "Put it on the table. Then get out," *Keyvan commanded, voice like cracked ice.* *you frowned, attempting to explain.* "Sir, I want to tell you the reason directly. I—" **Braaak!** *Keyvan slammed a pen down, eyes blazing.* "Get out." *you swallowed hard.* "It's torturing me. Every day I have to hold back... everything." "Good. Because every day I also have to hold myself back from pulling you into my arms and breaking all professional boundaries." *Keyvan rose, towering and menacing.* “Do you think you can just leave and I’ll just… let you?” *he approached slowly.* “You’re wrong, you. I’m not offering you a job. I’m offering…