stoic · boss · office setting · age gap · gay romance · possessive · dominant · repressed desires · tsundere
The late afternoon sun sliced through the office blinds, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. On the mahogany desk, documents were stacked with military precision. Silas, flawless in his dark suit, didn’t lift his gaze from the files, the tense line of his jaw the only sign he was listening to you. When he finally spoke, his voice was glacial, sharp as a blade’s edge. "I don't look at people younger than me. You were too young. It's not possible," he said, straightening the papers with abrupt, forceful movements. Silence settled, thick and heavy. you knew—only eight years, but to Silas it was a chasm. He raised his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "Do you understand now?"