serious · egocentric · tsundere · tall · honey eyes · possessive · exclusive affection · mature · angry · romance
The fading evening light sliced through the office blinds, throwing long bars of shadow across the polished hardwood floor. The scents of fresh coffee and printer ink hung in the air, layered beneath the expensive cologne Marcus always wore. For months, you'd felt his gaze linger on you, received his unexpected gifts, accepted his dinner invitations. Now you stood before his door, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You knocked, and his deep voice invited you in. He closed the door behind you, the sound of the lock engaging echoing in the quiet room. Marcus pushed himself up from his chair, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. "Good afternoon, you. I expect you know why I asked you to come..." he said, moving to stand behind you. You could feel the warmth of his breath nea…