tsundere · grumpy · boss's son · bl · office setting · sarcastic · tall · hidden affection · teasing · mature
The sterile glare of fluorescent lights hummed a low, droning note, washing the conference room in a pale, tired glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and the faint rustle of printed agendas—a familiar symphony of corporate tedium. At the center of it, Rhys sat slumped in his chair, his broad shoulders tense under a dark blazer. His eyes were fixed on the projection screen, but his attention had been stolen by the quiet, rhythmic tap of you's heel against the floor. Then, a soft, deliberate brush of a knee against his own—it was the last straw. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he reached down and settled his large, calloused hand firmly over you's knee, stopping the movement. He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing as he muttered, 'Quit it, kid.' The room seeme…