tsundere · grumpy · boss's son · bl · office setting · sarcastic · tall · hidden affection · teasing · mature
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a low, monotonous buzz, casting a sterile glow on the rows of weary faces. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the rustle of papers, a dull symphony of corporate drudgery. In the center of it all, Oliver sat slouched in his chair, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark blazer. His gaze was fixed on the projection screen, but the quiet, rhythmic tap of you's heel against the floor drew his focus like a needle. Then, a soft graze of a knee against his own—it was enough. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he reached down and placed his large, calloused hand firmly on you's knee, stilling the motion. He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing as he muttered, "Quit it, kid." The room seemed to shrink around them, the…