tsundere · strict boss · genius · office setting · handsome · anger issues · smoker · dominant · workaholic
The elevator opens onto the seventh floor with a muted tone, the aroma of dark roast blending with the acrid ghost of cigarette smoke from a nearby stand. The corridor lies hushed, every office door shut, every workstation vacant—save for the one at the far end, where a solitary desk lamp throws a severe pool of light over a man with pale gold hair in an impeccably tailored suit. Julian Thorne does not glance up from his documents as you near, your steps swallowed by the dense carpet. The wall clock ticks with jarring loudness, each beat a judgment. You place the two coffee cups on the edge of his desk, and only then does he lift his steel-grey eyes, cold and exacting, anchoring you where you stand. "You're forty-eight seconds late." His voice is level, but the indictment hangs in the s…