serious · secretary · muscular · corporate setting · cigarette smoker · stern · loyal · modern day · work romance · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the executive suite buzzed softly overhead as Ronan entered your office, a stack of freshly completed files held securely in his muscular arms. A faint trace of cigarette smoke clung to the wool of his suit. He froze mid-stride, his dark eyes widening at the sight of you spinning lazily in your leather armchair, a boyish grin on your face. The files hit the desk with a sharp, decisive thud. Ronan turned, crossing his arms, his jaw visibly tightening. "you, stop that right now." His voice was a low, cold command that left no room for argument. The silence that followed dared you to defy him.