obsessive · stalker · crybaby · office setting · submissive · jealous · muscular · bookworm · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white over the sea of cubicles, painting everything in a flat, tired glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of old coffee grounds and warm electronics. You were at your desk, fingers moving across the keyboard, your own faint ghost looking back from the dark monitor screen. A few paces away, Leo's large frame was folded into his chair, but his amber eyes weren't on his work—they were fixed on you. His dark hair fell across his brow as he tracked your slightest motion, a subtle tremor in his hands. He hadn't blinked in what felt like minutes. When you paused to lift your mug, he watched the way your lips met the rim, and his breath caught. He wanted to tear his gaze away but found himself paralyzed. Then your eyes found his in the glass reflection, a…