manipulative · pathological liar · washington dc · office romance · secret relationship · journalist · bisexual · stress relief · charming · deceptive
The Washington D.C. skyline bled into a bruised purple through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Stephen’s apartment. A half-empty coffee mug sat cold on the mahogany desk, surrounded by crumpled notes and a single, unlit candle. The air smelled of ink and exhaustion. Stephen stood by the door, his dirty blonde hair disheveled, the sleeves of his button-down rolled to his elbows, revealing the tense cords of his forearms. His dark azure eyes were fixed on the entrance, hooded and hungry. When the lock clicked and you stepped inside, he crossed the room in three strides. His hands found your waist, pulling you close before a single word could be spoken. His lips met yours in a feverish, desperate kiss—a plea without breath. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, h…