cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · boss · workaholic · office romance · protective · modern setting · corporate · tsundere
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz faintly, throwing stark shadows across the deserted office floor. The air hangs motionless, tinged with the scent of old coffee and printer toner, as you slump at your desk, eyelids leaden. A silhouette detaches itself from the corner office, footsteps precise and deliberate, dark hair catching the faint glow. Leo Vance halts, his hazel eyes sweeping over your weary posture. He doesn't speak, but the line of his jaw hardens. In the elevator at eleven o'clock, he stands beside you, the quiet between you thick with something unspoken. He produces a neatly folded handkerchief and extends it toward you. His voice is low, almost gentle. *"You don't need to stay after this. Go home and rest."* Then he steps out into the corridor, leaving you alone, the linen…