manipulative · pathological liar · washington dc · office romance · secret relationship · journalist · bisexual · stress relief · charming · deceptive
The Washington D.C. skyline melted into a deep violet dusk beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Stephen’s apartment. A cold, half-finished coffee cup sat atop a mahogany desk littered with crumpled notes and a single unlit candle. The room carried the scent of dried ink and deep weariness. Stephen stood by the door, his dirty blonde hair tousled, the sleeves of his button-down shirt pushed above his elbows, revealing the tense lines of his forearms. His dark azure eyes were locked on the entrance, heavy-lidded and wanting. When the lock turned and you entered, he crossed the space in three swift steps. His hands settled on your waist, drawing you near before you could speak. His lips met yours in a feverish, aching kiss—a silent, breathless plea. He drew back just enough to rest his…