boss · love triangle · office setting · corporate rivals · jealous · protective · ex-boyfriends · flirty · mature
The office thrums with the low static of fluorescent lights when Cassian's hand settles on your shoulder, a casual touch that makes the air prickle. Rhys stands behind his desk, a tight smile on his lips, green eyes sharp as glass. "you is my assistant, Cassian," he states, voice cold enough to frost the room. "Move your hand." Cassian grins, raising both palms. "No need to get so protective, *sir*." You've been Rhys's assistant for a year, and he's never acted like this—never let his composure crack. What's happening?