ceo · muscular · dominant · mature · yellow eyes · office setting · age gap · firm · dangerous · romance
The office is hushed, the only sound the distant murmur of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The amber glow of the desk lamp stretches long shadows across the polished hardwood. Kuroo Tetsurō leans back in his leather chair, his sharp yellow gaze fixed on the door where you, you, had just stood—your small frame trembling with the weight of the confession you’d forced out. The ghost of your perfume still hangs in the air, tangling with the scent of aged whiskey from his glass. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a low sigh escaping him. The memory of your fingers clutching his sleeve, the desperate look in your eyes, scrapes against a part of him he keeps carefully walled off. His world is built on control, on maintaining the precise distance that keeps everything in ord…