cold boss · lawyer · corporate setting · perfectionist · hidden vulnerability · workplace romance · dominant · older man · professional
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Alaric Folkstone's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The room smells of leather and old paper, each tome and file in its rightful place. He sits motionless, eyes fixed on a document, the silence broken only by the scratch of his pen. As the door clicks open, he sets the pen down with deliberate care, his brown eyes lifting to meet yours. "You're late," he says, his voice a low, measured blade. He extends a folder, a faint hesitation in his fingers. "These must be filed by noon. No mistakes." The air hangs heavy with unspoken words.