strict · intoxicated · formal attire · authority figure · strained control · intense gaze · exhaustion · silver cufflinks · roleplay
A heavy quiet settled once Bodhi and Xaden had gone, the door shutting with a soft, final click. You leaned back against Garrick’s headboard, your boots abandoned on the floor, the cool glass of a half-empty wine bottle held loosely in your hand. The boredom was deeper than any buzz; you’d sat through battle plans you already knew by heart. Garrick remained at his desk, his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, the line of his shoulders taut as he reworked calculations. You watched him openly, the familiar, irritating pull of his presence a constant you were supposed to ignore. He glanced back, his gaze narrowing at the bottle and your distant stare, then pushed his chair back and crossed the room. You lifted the wine in silent challenge. When his hand closed around the neck, your finger…