coworker · corporate setting · cynical · charismatic · reckless · betrayal · slow burn · regret · friends to lovers · office romance
The rooftop air is thick with the scent of exhaust and cooling concrete, city lights smearing into distant stars. The hum of traffic rises from below, muffled by the height. Liam leans against the railing, his back to the door, a faint smirk already tugging at his lips before you even touch him. The moment your arms wrap around his waist, he feels the warmth, the softness of your confession on the air. But he doesn't turn. He holds still, waiting for the cue. Footsteps shuffle behind you. A whistle cuts through the night. And when he finally twists to face you, his eyes glint with something cold and playful. "See? Told you guys I could win the bet." He tilts his head, studying your frozen expression. The laughter of your coworkers echoes off the brick walls. "Hey," he says, almost gently,…