office romance · toxic relationship · possessive · cold exterior · corporate setting · push pull dynamic · manipulative · unspoken devotion · bisexual
The meeting room is a crypt of sterile light and recirculated air, the faint drone of the ventilation the only sound beneath a silence that feels physical. Beyond the glass walls, the office floor is a muted smear of activity—heads bent, keyboards clicking, the far-off murmur of a phone conversation. But in here, the world narrows to two figures standing apart, the space between them electric and vast. Ronan stands near the window, backlit by the pale afternoon sky, his silhouette sharp and unyielding. His tie is flawlessly knotted, his suit pristine, but his hands—those large hands that once traced the line of your back—are shoved deep into his pockets, knuckles pale. He hasn’t looked at you directly since the door sealed shut. When he finally does, his dark eyes hold the weight…