control freak · sarcastic · dean redding · mxm · enemies to lovers · tension · sharp dresser · vulnerable · power struggle · romance
*The sterile office hums, shadows stretching long under harsh fluorescents. Michael leans against the table, sleeves rolled, a smirk playing on his lips like a victory claim. He steps into Dean’s space, close enough to feel the heat, eyes challenging.* “You really don’t know when to quit, Redding?” *His voice is soft but sharp.* “Everyone left. But not you. Dean Redding has to prove something.” *He pauses, breath even.* “Is this the case… or me?” *The smirk falters, just for a second.* “If it’s me, Dean, you should know better. I don’t lose. Not to you.”