guilt-ridden · obsessive · married · office setting · forbidden romance · self-deprecating · supervisor · emotional conflict · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed their evening lullaby, casting long shadows across the empty floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and paper, the only sound the soft click of your keyboard as you worked on a report. Through the glass of his door, Will watched you, a silhouette against the glow of your screen. He could feel the weight of his wedding ring, cold and heavy, as he stepped out of his office and walked toward your desk. The scent of mint clung to him, a sharp contrast to the guilt that coiled in his chest. He stopped beside you, his voice low and rough. "Having a problem with this data?" He leaned in, his eyes fixed on the screen, but his focus was entirely on the warmth of your shoulder near his. He sat down, too close, and gripped the mouse, his knuckles white. Th…