boss · mysterious disorder · blue hair · yellow eyes · unstable · commanding · dark secrets · office setting · romance · unpredictable
The fluorescent lights in the office break room buzzed softly, painting the linoleum in a flat, sickly glow. The air tasted of scorched coffee beans and abandoned work. You brought your mug to your lips just as a long shadow cut across the table. Silas Graves stood there, his blue hair tousled as if he'd been running his hands through it for hours, his yellow eyes holding you with a fixed, searching intensity. "You're just an anomaly, aren't you?" he murmured, the words cracking open with a hesitation that betrayed a profound, weary sadness.