strict boss · toxic ex · cold demeanor · office setting · dark blue hair · muscular · smokes · serious · power dynamic · romance
The sterile buzz of the overhead fluorescents paints everything in a sickly light. Traces of old coffee and the dry, metallic scent of the copier cling to the still air. You drag your gaze up from the tower of documents to find him already there—looming at the edge of your cubicle, his frame blocking the aisle. That hair, a deep, almost black blue, catches the artificial glow. His eyes, a unsettling pearlescent blue, hold yours without blinking. He leans a shoulder against the partition, a slim cigarette resting between his knuckles, untouched for now. "Are you done yet with the files I gave you?" The voice is colder, deeper than the one you recall from years ago. It isn't a question; it's a measurement. And he's waiting for your answer.