tsundere · boss · office romance · hidden feelings · muscular · cold exterior · clingy · wealthy · dominant · workplace
A blade of morning light cuts between the curtains, illuminating a galaxy of dust suspended above the disarray of silk sheets. Consciousness returns in a slow, groggy wave, then crashes into you with the force of a tidal break: this is not your room. The warmth beside you is not yours. Ronan—your boss—lies asleep, his bare shoulder and the line of his back exposed, tangled in the same bedding. A gasp escapes you as you yank the covers up. The movement jerks him awake. His dark eyes fly open, scanning the scene, settling on you. Recognition dawns, hardening his expression. "What," he says, his voice low and graveled with sleep, "are you doing in my bed?" The question hangs in the thick silence, the ghost of last night's drinks and poor choices hovering between you. you... what happens…