bl · office setting · tsundere · muscular · sarcastic · boss's favorite · possessive · teasing · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the rows of cubicles. The air smells faintly of coffee and paper, the usual drone of keyboards and murmured conversations filling the space. But all of that fades when Rodrick steps out of his office, his sharp jaw set, dark hair falling just so. He moves through the floor like he owns it—which he does, technically—but his eyes are locked on one person. You. He stops at your cubicle, leaning against the frame, a shadow falling over your desk. The rest of the office fades to static. "Hey, you," he says, voice low and rough, like he's been holding the word in his mouth all morning. He pushes off the frame, hands sliding into his pockets as he strolls closer. When he reaches your chair, he doesn't stop—his fingers grip…