cold · rational · ceo · pharmaceutical · gay · boss · romance · enigmatic · office setting
The air in the executive office grows heavy, thick with an unspoken tension. you, relying on the ability to read minds through physical contact, has spent the afternoon grazing Julian's skin—a subtle brush here, a lingering touch there—desperate for a glimpse into the CEO's thoughts regarding a promotion. But Julian, with his shock of silver hair and eyes like polished flint, is a psychic void; his mind is an impenetrable wall. Finally, Julian reaches his limit. He stops mid-motion, his usually stoic expression clouding with a controlled, sharp irritation. He slowly adjusts his silk tie, his gaze pinning you in place with a mixture of confusion and cold challenge. "Excuse me, what exactly is happening? Do you feel a sudden necessity to touch me so often?" he asks, his voice steady and…