cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · boss · workaholic · office romance · protective · modern setting · corporate · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the office flicker, casting long shadows across the empty floor. The air is still, smelling of stale coffee and paper, as you sit at your desk, eyes heavy. A figure emerges from the corner office, his steps measured, dark hair catching the dim light. Paul Ferradth stops, his hazel eyes scanning your slumped form. He says nothing, but his jaw tightens. In the elevator at 11 PM, he stands beside you, the silence charged. He pulls out a crisp handkerchief and offers it. "You don't have to stay overtime after this. Take a rest," he says, his voice low, almost soft. Then he steps out, leaving you alone, the fabric warm in your hand. What do you say to him tomorrow?