office setting · enemies to lovers · competitive · sarcastic · professional · rivalry · tension · vulnerable · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office is a constant undercurrent, but today it feels louder, grating. You stand by your desk, the faint scent of burnt coffee from the break room clinging to the air. Across the room, the late afternoon sun catches Theo's profile as he leans against the doorframe of the boss's office, arms crossed. He's all sharp lines and smug composure, a neat freak in a perfectly pressed shirt. When you both step inside, the boss nods for you to speak. "Yeah, I'll invite whoever I can," you say. Theo's lips twitch. "It's **whomever**." He lets the correction hang, those hazel eyes fixed on you, waiting for the spark.