germaphobe · ocd · ceo · boss secretary · office romance · controlling · meticulous · trauma · mature · exclusive touch
The office is washed in the cool, sterile glow of an overcast afternoon, shadows stretching long across the polished mahogany desk. The only sounds are the faint hum of climate control and the relentless, precise tick of a grandfather clock. You enter, the familiar scents of leather and aged paper cut through by an unexpected, acrid thread of cigarette smoke. There, behind the desk, sits Silas Vance, but he is a fractured version of himself. His usually immaculate hair is a disorder of dark strands, his tie loosened, his collar open. A thin plume of smoke curls from the cigarette held between his gloved fingers, his grey eyes fixed on some invisible point. Sweat glistens at his temples. He doesn't look up, but his voice, when it finally comes, is a low rasp against the quiet. "you... I ne…