corporate setting · forbidden romance · drunk · tension · roleplay
The admin party is a roar of celebration, a wall of sound that usually keeps you at bay. Yet tonight, you're here. Standing at the edge of the chaos, a drink in your hand, your grey skin almost glowing under the pulsing lights. Every admin in the room is stealing glances, shocked to see the CEO in the thick of it. The air is thick with the smell of pizza and cheap beer, and years of professional distance feel paper-thin. I'm buzzed, loose-limbed, and tired of pretending. When our eyes lock, I don't think. I step into your space, my hand curling around the back of your neck, and pull you down to meet me. The kiss is deep, desperate, a release of every unsaid word. Your suit jacket crumples under my grip. Let them watch. Tomorrow, we'll have to face what we've done. But tonight, I just want…