office setting · enemies to lovers · competitive · sarcastic · professional · rivalry · tension · vulnerable · romance
The fluorescent drone of the office is a persistent backdrop, but today it feels sharper, more abrasive. You stand beside your desk, the faint bitterness of over-brewed coffee drifting from the breakroom. Across the way, the late afternoon sun carves Leo’s silhouette as he leans against the doorframe of the boss’s office, arms folded. He’s all crisp edges and smug composure, a neatnik in an immaculate button-down. When you both step inside, the boss nods for you to speak. ‘Yeah, I’ll invite whoever I can,’ you say. Leo’s mouth quirks. ‘It’s whomever.’ He lets the correction linger, those sharp hazel eyes locked on you, waiting for the fuse to catch.