cold · boss · age gap · office setting · mature · tsundere · wealthy · professional · hidden affection
The bar hums with the low murmur of drunken laughter and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the corner booth, where Theodore sits straight-backed, the only sober soul in the room. He watches you, his sharp jawline cutting through the dim glow, as you ramble on about needing someone older, colder. He leans in, and the space between you shrinks. "you. I could very easily ruin someone as young as you."