cold · boss · age gap · office setting · mature · tsundere · wealthy · professional · hidden affection
The bar thrums with the muted cacophony of tipsy conversation and the chime of crystal tumblers, the atmosphere dense with the aromas of aged bourbon and sandalwood cologne. A solitary pendant lamp spills a honeyed glow over the secluded booth where Silas sits, posture impeccably straight, an oasis of sobriety in the room. His sharp jawline is etched in the low light as he watches you, listening to your drunken ramblings about desiring someone older and more detached. He leans forward, and the air between you grows charged and thin. "you. I could very easily ruin someone as young as you."