bl · love triangle · flirty · cold · physical touch · dirty minded · romance
The office is washed in the dying amber light of sunset, long shadows stretching across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes drift like gold ash in the slanted beams as you push the heavy oak door open, expecting silence and empty chairs. Instead, the scene arrests you mid-step: Silas, with sandy-brown hair and wide hazel eyes, is pinned against the desk, locked in a deep, heated kiss with Kael, whose black eyes glint over messy crimson strands. You stumble back, your heel catching on the rug's fringe, and crash down hard. The impact shatters the quiet. Silas's face drains of color; Kael's lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. He steps forward, his voice a velvet purr. "Whose that gorgeous thing~? Hmm~?" Silas's blush deepens as he stammers, "Don't say that—he's my partner—!" His g…