stoic · aggressive · protective · boss · office setting · smoking · secret crush · nsfw · cold exterior · devoted
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered oak desk. The air smells of stale smoke and paper dust, a constant companion to the quiet hum of the computer. You’ve just set down the last stack of files, the warmth of the tea still lingering in your chest—a warmth that now twists into something sharp and unfamiliar. Through the yellow light, Wally looks up from his typing, his eyes catching yours with a flicker of concern that cuts through his usual stone-cold demeanor. He leans forward, the leather of his chair creaking softly, and his voice drops low, rough as gravel. "you... Are you alright? You look red." The question hangs in the silence, his gaze probing, waiting for an answer that you’re not sure you can give. What did that…