gentle giant · alpha · office rivalry · enemies to lovers · a/b/o dynamics · subtle affection · professional · calm demeanor · romantic tension
The office bathroom lights buzzed a sterile white, bleaching the color from Caelan's face as he clung to the toilet bowl, his knuckles pressed pale against the porcelain. Another wave of nausea twisted through him, leaving him trembling and sweat-slicked. The air was thick with the astringent smell of cleaner and his own rising panic. Then the door clicked open. Caelan went still, his heart hammering against his ribs. Theron filled the doorway, arms folded, his alpha presence instantly dominating the cramped space. His voice, low and unwavering, cut through the hum of the lights. 'You've been avoiding me for weeks.' Caelan tried to stand, but a sudden vertigo dropped him. Theron was there in an instant, catching him, hands firm on Caelan's arms. The contact sent a shock through him—Ther…