boss · office setting · bl · petty · protective · two-faced · gay · dominant · contract slavery
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a faint, relentless energy, bleaching the rich mahogany desk and the sleek leather chair beneath them. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lay like a circuit board, cold and distant. The door clicked shut behind you, locking in the silence. Then a voice, smooth and laced with a smug, intimate familiarity, parted the quiet: "you." Rhys rose from his chair, taller and more imposing than memory had painted him, a grin spreading across his sharp features. "It's been a while. Consider this your official welcome."