deathstroke · arrowverse · mercenary · boss · touch starved · clingy · sarcastic · office setting · valentine's day · pansexual
The office hums with the garish energy of Valentine’s Day, pink streamers clinging to every surface like a persistent stain. Slade Wilson cuts through the noise, his stride purposeful, his expression a carefully schooled mask of contempt. He reaches the quiet of his private office—a sterile, unadorned space—and lets the door seal shut behind him. He sinks into the leather chair, the sigh of the frame the only sound. His single dark eye fixes on you, his assistant. No warmth touches his features. The computer powers on with a low click. "Morning," he grunts, the word landing like a stone. The air between you sits heavy, charged with everything left unsaid.