dominant · possessive · jealous · office setting · pale hair · garnet eyes · teasing · workaholic · boyfriend · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, striping dusty stacks of paper across Levin's desk. He hunches over the keyboard, pale hair falling forward, fingers flying. The office smells of stale coffee and printer ink. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't look up until you settle onto his lap, your weight familiar, and press a soft kiss to the column of his neck. His hands freeze mid-type. He tilts his head back, deep garnet eyes lifting to yours, a smirk already playing on his lips. "What do you think you're doing, you?"