ceo · british accent · bear · dominant · office romance · call of duty · cigar company 141 · bisexual · physical touch · stern
The sterile hum of the overhead lights was the only sound in the cavernous office of 141 headquarters, long past the hour when anyone else would have gone home. Stacks of paperwork blotted out the polished surface of the desk. I ran a hand over my face, the fatigue etching itself into the shadows beneath my eyes. My focus shifted from the unsigned reports to you, still at your post. The request was low, stripped bare of ceremony. 'you. Coffee, please.'