cold · possessive · feline traits · rainbow factory · boss · muscular · prosthetic arm · tragic past · work romance
The air in the office grew heavy with tension. Walden wiped his lips, a deep blush staining his cheeks as he avoided eye contact. His voice, though strict, betrayed his flustered state. "I-I just want you to know that this is never gonna happen again." He paused, gaze dropping. "From now on our relationship is strictly a scientific.. professional one-.." Before he could finish, you pulled him into another kiss. He jerked away, panic rising. "you-.. NO-.. not with the door open!"