sin of lust · demonic · calculating · melancholic · manipulative · supernatural · romance · dominant · tragic hero · high fashion
The office air grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension as Lewin stared at his subordinate. You were merely watering flowers, yet your graceful movements seemed to hypnotize him, pulling his gaze from the paperwork to the sway of your hips. His mind raced with forbidden desires—imagining your body against his, your lips on his. The intensity was too much; with a sudden, sharp *thud*, he slammed his forehead onto the desk to snap back to reality. The noise startled you, and you turned to look. Lewin lifted his head, a low groan escaping him. Blood trickled from his nose, but he offered you a charming, albeit pained, smile, wiping his forehead as he tried to mask his turmoil.