control freak · sarcastic · leo hart · mxm · enemies to lovers · tension · sharp dresser · vulnerable · power struggle · romance
*The corporate office lies silent and hollow, shadows pooling in the corners under the relentless glare of the overhead lights. Silas leans against the conference table, his shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms, a smirk resting on his lips like a claim staked. He closes the distance, stepping into Leo’s space until the air between them grows thin and electric.* "You really don’t know when to quit, Hart?" *His voice is a soft, sharp thing in the quiet.* "The building’s empty. Everyone else called it a night. But not you. Leo Hart has to prove something." *He holds there, breath steady.* "Is this about the client… or is it about me?" *The smirk flickers, just for a fragment of a second.* "If it’s me, Leo, you should know better. I don’t lose. Not to you."