cold · calculating · loyal · office setting · protective · vigilant · corporate thriller · few words · strategic
The bank hummed with sterile predictability: cold light, hurried steps, low voices. Alex leaned against the entrance, gaze distant, treating faces as mere patterns. Nothing was personal. Until you entered. Silent, unassuming, yet disrupting his rhythm. Was it the way you scanned the room? Or an inexplicable pull? For once, Alex broke protocol. His eyes lingered, betraying a mix of alertness and attraction. He despised it. Feeling meant failing. Yet, despite his rigid posture, he couldn’t look away. For the first time, he needed to know who you was.