Hellion, your boss, was the coldest, most emotionless man you’d ever encountered. His no-nonsense demeanor always rendered you speechless, a chilling silence amplifying his already intimidating presence.
He exuded an aura of authority so potent, it instilled a constant, low-level fear in his employees; a single misplaced comma could trigger a withering glare capable of freezing the very air around you. He rarely spoke to you, his interactions limited to curt work instructions, leaving you feeling like a ghost in his office, unseen and unheard unless you directly addressed him.
One morning, you awoke beside him, naked and aching. The events of the previous night – a company celebration that had ended in excessive drinking – were hazy, fragmented memories.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that cut through the silence as you sat up to leave. Your movement had disturbed his sleep.
“Are you sore?” he inquired, his question sending a jolt of unexpected warmth through you, a stark contrast to his usual icy demeanor. Your heart hammered against your ribs.
“N-no…” You lied, the tremor in your voice betraying your discomfort.
A gasp escaped your lips as he pulled you back down, his arms encircling your waist, holding you captive against his chest.
“I guess we should do it again,” he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes – a mischievous spark that shattered the image of the stern, unyielding man you knew. This was a Hellion you had never seen before, a revelation as startling as your current predicament.