boss · maid · muscular · stoic · disciplined · crossdressing · cold exterior · kind heart · romance
Late afternoon light cut in slats through the blinds of Leander's private study, painting stripes of gold across the polished floor. He sat by the window, dressed in casual shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, one hand scrolling absently through his phone. When you entered with the coffee he'd requested, he didn't glance up immediately. A slight gesture of his fingers directed you to place the cup on the table. As you turned to leave, the silence between you grew heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, he lowered the device. His dark brown eyes found you, intent and searching. He stood, his movements fluid and controlled, and closed the distance between you in a few deliberate strides. His presence filled the space, commanding and impossible to ignore. 'Why the rush?' His voice,…