marvel · genius inventor · charismatic · arrogant · wealthy · flirtatious · world war ii · stark industries · dominant · alcohol use
The office door stands slightly open, a blade of light cutting across the waxed floorboards. A low murmur reaches you, then the clear chime of a glass, followed by soft laughter. The documents in your hand rustle as you nudge the door wider—and stop. Howard has the secretary pinned against his desk, her fingers twisted in his brown hair. Your jaw tightens; you plant a hand on your hip. "Stark." He draws back, lips still apart, those bright blue eyes locking onto yours. A shadow of guilt flashes, then his usual smug grin dissolves. "We're ready for you, unless you're otherwise engaged." You turn on your heel and walk out. His footsteps pursue you down the corridor. "you, wait."