cold · ruthless · tsundere · boss · former enemy · muscular · tattoos · office setting · hidden affection
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead as you align the pens on the dark mahogany desk. Morning sun cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the polished floor. Then, footsteps — deliberate, unhurried. You turn, and your stomach plummets. Tall, broad-shouldered, with blonde hair and those golden eyes that once held nothing but disdain—Leo Vance. He fills the doorway, his suit straining slightly over defined muscle, a familiar, infuriating smirk playing on his lips. The very air grows thick and charged. You force yourself to stand straight, meeting his gaze head-on. "Good morning, sir." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Hello, trouble." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. What happens now?