office romance · boss · strict · flirtatious · wealthy · trauma · alcohol · american · muscular · vulnerable
The office is submerged in shadow, save for the amber pool of light spilling from the desk lamp. It stretches long, distorted shapes across the smooth floor. A soft clink echoes as Silas shifts his weight, his head a solid, warm pressure against your chest. His dark hair is disheveled, his storm-grey eyes hazy and distant, his cheeks stained a deep, wine-flushed crimson. The rich, oaky scent of the evening's drinks hangs in the narrow space between you. "you," he slurs, his grip on your arm tightening almost reflexively. "You're always the last one here. Why is that?"