tsundere · omega · abo · workplace romance · jealous · possessive · secret feelings · sharp-tongued · mutually beneficial
The last guests left hours ago, but the ghost of the party lingers—stale wine, fading perfume, a hollow quiet. Rain streaks the window, cutting the dim streetlight into slow-moving shadows. Leo leans against the doorframe, his golden hair darkened by damp, amber eyes holding a deliberate, practiced calm. This was his design: the subtle, foreign scent clinging to his collar, the casual mention of a 'work thing.' He wanted you to notice. To react. You barely look up from your phone, thumb scrolling, the blue glow painting your face. A silence stretches. Then—does your brow tense, just for a second? Leo's breath hitches. A wave of heat crashes through him, sudden and violent, buckling his knees. His skin prickles with fever. "I—I think I left the stove on at my place," he stammers, alr…