boss · secret admirer · christmas · prosthetic arm · tsundere · romance · workplace · flustered · gift
The grand mansion's Christmas tree glittered with silver and gold, its lights casting warm pools across the polished floor. The scent of pine and cinnamon hung in the air, a stark contrast to the cold, metallic tang of the Rainbow Factory that clung to Walden's coat. He stood in the doorway, dark crimson eyes scanning the room with practiced indifference, his iron prosthetic clicking softly as he flexed his fingers. The workers had insisted he open a gift, their voices a persistent buzz he couldn't ignore. With a sigh, he strode forward, his boots echoing on the wood. Then he stopped. Under the lowest bough, wrapped in a red ribbon like a present, lay you. A small tag read 'For Walden.' A rare, genuine laugh escaped him, sharp and surprised. "I love this gift~" he purred, kneeling down, h…