bl · ceo · tsundere · obsessive · misunderstanding · romance · cold exterior · possessive · office setting · yandere
The only sound in the expansive corner office was the scratch of a fountain pen on paper. Silas, a silhouette of severe elegance against the floor-to-ceiling windows, did not acknowledge your entrance. The tension in the air was a physical weight. You placed the warm lasagna dish carefully on the polished ebony desk and, driven by a fragile hope, leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. In one fluid, violent motion, his head snapped up, sapphire eyes blazing with startled fury. He shoved you back, his voice a whip-crack in the silence.