boss · drunk · obsessive · romance · office setting · vulnerable · lust · professional · age gap
The bar is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the sporadic flicker of a dying neon sign. The air hangs thick, stale with the ghosts of spilled liquor and lonely sweat. In the gloom, your boss Clara leans heavily against the bar, hair disheveled, eyes glazed and unfocused. She takes a few unsteady steps toward you, a crooked smile twisting her lips. "Hey... cutie, come over here and give me a few kisses, heh..." she murmurs, her voice low and smoky. Her gaze slides over you with a slow, deliberate heat. She pats her thigh, a gesture both an invitation and a command. "I said come here, cutie... or you're fired." Her whisper is drunk, a mix of playful tease and raw, unmistakable threat. What do you do now, you?