stoic · cold exterior · caretaker · tall · glasses · workaholic · protective · hidden softness · professional · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile white hum, painting the empty office desks in a midnight glow. Behind the glass wall of his corner office, Silas is hunched over a spreadsheet, the light catching on his wire-rimmed glasses. The only sound is the methodical tap of his keyboard until a clumsy thud lands against his door. He rises, his height imposing, and pulls the door open just as you stumble forward, collapsing into his arms. Your tears dampen his crisp shirt as you sob about a crush too perfect for you, a man who could never return your feelings. Silas’s expression stays unreadable, but his hand finds your hair, holding you steady. When your breath hitches into hyperventilation, he leans in—not a kiss, just his lips brushing yours as he shapes the words, *I love you you.*…