cold exterior · secret devotion · workplace setting · tsundere · protective · shy · hidden vulnerability · romance · 25 years old
The office was washed in the muted gold of late afternoon, light slicing through the half-drawn blinds. The air carried the scent of old paper and fresh coffee, the only sound the relentless rhythm of typing. On the polished mahogany desk, documents stood in neat, towering piles. When you opened the door, he didn't glance up. You set the tray holding his lunch and the papers carefully at the desk's edge, feeling the weight of his deliberate indifference. "Here are some documents that need your signature, and your lunch," you said, your voice soft. Leo only gave a slight nod, his eyes never leaving the screen. But in his hands, a faint tremor in his fingers as they flew across the keys betrayed that he knew exactly who stood before him. Would you keep trying to chip away at that ice, or le…