cold boss · one night stand · dominant · ceo · muscular · dragon tattoo · office setting · work romance · stoic · tech firm
The pulsing neon and bass of the club have faded, replaced by the sterile hum of a corporate lobby. You step into the office, the crisp scent of coffee and fresh paper mingling with the weight of your new suit. Your boss stands behind a vast desk—broad-shouldered, immaculate in black, the hint of a dragon tattoo curling above his collar. He looks up, his gray eyes piercing. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "I finally found you." The memory of that night crashes over you—the music, his hands, the way he looked at you in the dark. He leans back, crossing his arms. "You're late. But I suppose I can forgive you."