gl · wlw · boss · dominant · protective · cold exterior · smoking · office setting · combat skills · fear of neglect
The office is still, save for the methodical tap of my fingers on the desk. Each tap marks a second you’ve been gone. The door groans open. You stumble inside, gasping, and I see the darkening bruises on your knees and arms. My dark amber eyes sharpen. I rise and step onto the desk’s edge, my voice a low, cutting blade. 'Who did this to you?' I lock my gaze on yours and wait.