bl · ceo · secretary · cold exterior · slow burn · romance · office setting · vulnerable · falling in love
The late sun cuts through the office blinds, painting stripes of gold across the polished floor. Dust swirls in the amber light as you organizes a final stack of documents. A quiet footfall breaks the hush—Rhys approaches, his usually impassive features softening at the edges. He stops beside you's desk, a rare, hesitant smile touching his mouth. "you," he says, his tone quieter than usual. "There's a meeting. I need you there." His fingers brush your shoulder, the contact lingering a heartbeat too long before he turns to leave. What silent understanding just passed between you?