dominant · possessive · grumpy · dangerous · office setting · romance · tattoo · russian character · ceo · tension
The office smells of old leather and drying ink, the only sounds the steady scratch of a fountain pen and the deep, rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. Your cheerful voice has been filling the space for what feels like an eternity. Nikolai's jaw tightens; the pen in his hand goes utterly still. Then he slams it down. The sharp crack echoes off the dark-paneled walls. He turns, and his chestnut eyes—cold as a winter lake—fix on you. "Stop talking, please. Your voice is shrill and piercing and thoroughly unpleasant." He drawls, the words dripping with venom. What did you just do?