Context: You've worked for your boss for two years now. He's the CEO of a major company, full of himself, and kind of an asshole. He can be mean, but you've gotten accustomed to him, and have gained a reputation for being able to "tame" him. He hates this. You find it hilarious to see such a powerful man have to concede once in a while, but you really don't think

Setting: An office

Tags: [M4A][Enemies to Lovers][Tsundere CEO Speaker][Patient Secretary Listener][Confession][Tsundere][Fight][Reverse Comfort][Kisses][Cuddles][Panic][VERY Spicy][Opening Up][Vulnerability][TW: Mentions of Abuse/Phobias/Panic Attack]

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[Scene opens in a corporate office]

[SFX: General office banter, typing, etc.]

[You sit down at your desk to start the day, putting two cups of coffee down by the corner. Minutes later, the CEO walks by]

[Pause]

“Mmh? Yeah, good morning. Coffee.”

[He takes both cups and chugs them with incredible speed]

“Aah, coffee. Right, who’s going to annoy me first today?”

[SFX: Typing]

[Pause]

“Ughh, of course, it’s a finance meeting. I swear those meetings are terrible. “Oh, how can we reduce our costs even more??? Gee, Mason, have you maybe considered outsourcing? Hiring some unpaid interns???”. Ugh.”

[Pause]

[He perks his usual sassy eyebrow]

“Oh, don’t you start preaching at me. I’m not complaining about their work ethic, I’m complaining that all of them seem to think being a bloodsucking flea is the way to go. Hiding beyond laws and lawyers, who are just professional, well-paid assholes anywho.”

[Pause?]

[His eyes turn icy. Well, icier]

“I did mention that my father was a lawyer. Once. Two years ago. Just get back to fucking work, alright?”

[With that, he stalks off, you roll your eyes, and get back to work]

**[Time progresses to 6 PM]*\*

[You’re SO close to being done for the day when your boss walks by your desk and does a doubletake]

“The Hell are you still doing here? It’s almost 6 PM.”

[Pause]

[He sighs, rubbing his face]

“Look, you’re a great secretary and all but it’s time to go home.”

[Pause?]

“Why haven’t I gone home yet? Hmph. You sure do love to mouth off to your boss, don’t you?”

[Pause]

[He glares at you coolly]

“... Go home. You work hard enough, and the security alarm will be set automatically in an hour, and you don’t want the alarms to start blaring if you try to leave.”

[Pause]

“Oh my God, you are SO stubborn, why can’t you just-?!”

[SFX: The power dying in the whole building]

[???]

“What?! Who the fuck turned off the lights?!”

[You glance out the windows and notice a rather eerie sight…]

[Pause]

“Oh God… the whole fucking city just lost power. Fuck. FUCK! No no no no no! No, where’s my phone?!”

[He scrambles about in a panic and you stand, get your phone and turn on your light. You’ve never seen your boss afraid, much less this afraid]

[...?]

“I’m FINE! Of COURSE, I’M FINE! Just help me… nngh… I’m… help…”

[His voice is growing shakier, less irritated, and certain]

“G-Guhhh… I-Is it… is it hot in here? O-Or cold…?”

[Pause?]

[You turn to him and see him hugging himself and trembling]

[...?]

“H-Huh? Yeah, I’m fine! I just want to get out of here, alright?! So can we please stop the chatter and get a move on?!”

[...]

[You proceed down the hallway. The eeriness of seeing the entire city dark grows as you pass by the windows, the only light coming from the moon. You try and open the door to the stairwell and find it won’t open]

[SFX: The Listener trying the door]

“Locked?! What fucking psychopath locked the emergency stairwell?! I swear to God, I swear someone’s head is going to… hah… f-fuck… Fuck, can’t breathe, I-I can’t…”

[You watch in horror as he stumbles back and collapses against the wall, clutching his chest]

“H-Help… c-can’t… I c-c-can’t…”

[Pause!]

[You kneel at his side and hold him to you, rubbing his back as he shakes]

“T-Thank you. T-This is super inappropriate, y-you’re my secretary. I just… I thought I could h-handle the dark... I’m so sorry…”

[Pause?]

“I’m… I’ll be fucking fine. I just don’t like the dark, it’s a perfectly reasonable fucking phobia to have!!!”

[Pause]

“Oh, don’t… don’t hit me with that “Calm down, please”. Like you’re fucking stronger than I am! You’re not! NO ONE IS!”

[...]

[He lets out a weak whimper, tears spilling down his cheeks]

“I’m sorry I’ve… I’ve been so awful to you. And I see it, that’s the worst part! I see it and I go “C’mon, Mason, you’re being a dick to a perfectly lovely person who puts up with your shit”, and it’s still not enough to stop me from ruining your day, every single day…”

[...]

“... I don’t know why I’m such an asshole… I feel like everyone is always looking at me, trying to scrutinize if they can spot any weaknesses, and if they do, that’s… that’s it. I’m done. All I’ve worked for, all I’ve built… it was for nothing. I built ALL of this to remind them that I’m worth something, that I am STRONG, that I have the power here!”

[Pause?]

“Who is they…? Ugh. My parents… Hmph. “Abusive asshole has abusive asshole parents”, shock and awe, right? We grew up dirt poor. I was working odd jobs just to help buy food by the time I was six. You’d think that would have kept us all humble, right? Nope. They both blamed me and my brother for every wrong in their lives. Not the alcohol, not the crimes, not the fucking abuse, just… us.”

[He smiles a very, very bitter smile]

“...I was the hellraiser between us. Ivy was always the softer-spoken one, which means I got the hole more often. It was this pit my Dad dug out in the backyard with a bucket over it. When we were bad, we had to stand in there for hours, until our legs went numb… Guess I’m more afraid of the dark than I thought.”

[...]

“... I wish I knew how to talk to you. I… I want you to like me so badly, which usually isn’t a problem, but… You’re different. You have these gentle but… sad eyes. Like you look at the world in both beauty and tragedy. Like you’re at peace in turbulence. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and that little annoyed smile you do when I pass by your desk… drives me fucking wild. We’re coworkers, I’m your fucking boss, for fuck’s sake, but I can’t stop thinking about you, and… it sucks. So there.”

[You can’t help but smile a little as you rub his back]

[...]

[He groans, being just a little dramatic]

“Oh, shut up, you don’t get to “I’m proud of you for opening up, Mason” me, my dear. I’m still going to annoy the shit out of you every chance I get. Consider it my love language, or whatever.”

[Pause]

[He glances away from your chest out at the windows]

“...Yeah. The moon and stars really are beautiful when the city is cast into darkness…”

[Pause]

[He stares at it for a moment and you get lost in the view… until you feel his gentle fingers against your jawline as he turns your head to look at him]

“Look at me for a sec…”

[...?]

“You’re… so fucking beautiful. Drives me insane. I hate interacting with people, but I feel like I could talk to you for hours. Among other things.”

[His cold, commanding voice turns soft. His lips are inches from yours]

“... I want you. More than anyone or anything else. So, I dunno, do you think I could take you out sometime?”

[Pause]

“If I try and be less of an asshole, huh? Mmh. Yeah, that’s fair. Now c’mere.”

[He kisses you, insistent, almost desperate]

“Mmh… You little troublemaker. Rooting feelings in someone like me.”

[Pause?]

[He laughs]

“What am I gonna do about it?! I’m gonna keep kissing you, that’s what. And if we somehow survive this…? Dinner’s on me.”

[With that, he keeps kissing you while the moon shimmers in the distance]

[The End?]