𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘟𝘟𝘐𝘝

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝟐/𝟐)
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After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, you and Ray finally arrive at Norman's office, the tension between you palpable.

Ray clears his throat, "Sorry to disturb you." he says, his voice a bit stilted, as you both enter the room.

Norman looks up from his desk, his eyes curious, "Is everything okay?" His gaze flicks between you and Ray, sensing the unease that hangs in the air.

Ray shakes his head, "No, nothing's wrong. I was just showing Y/n the way to your office. I'll leave you two to it." With a nod, Ray turns around and exits the office, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You take a moment to survey Norman's office, noticing the comfortable furnishings and the sense of warmth that fills the space. The room is comfortably decorated, with rich wood paneling, the desk is large and sturdy, with a few papers and files scattered across its surface.

You feel a sense of unease, though, and your gaze eventually returns to Norman, who's still watching you with a thoughtful expression.

"Sorry, you seem busy." you say, feeling a bit awkward, unsure of what to make of the tense atmosphere that's settled.

Norman shakes his head, his expression understanding. "Like I said, it's alright. Why are you here? I thought you were spending time with Emma and the others?" He asks, his voice gentle, as you walk over to the black couch and sit down, your movements a bit stiff.

"I might have... gotten a bit upset with them." you admit, your voice low, "But it wasn't their fault, it was mine."

Norman's expression turns sympathetic, and he pushes himself off from his chair, walking over to you with a calm, deliberate pace.

"What happened?" He asks, his voice soft, as he towers over you, his eyes filled with concern.

You shake your head, your gaze dropping, "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." You say, your voice barely above a whisper, your body language closed off.

He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your jaw, his fingers wrapping around it with a tender touch. "It's okay." he says to you, his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm sure you'll work out something with them."

As he speaks, Norman's hand gently tilts your face upwards, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline with a soft caress. You feel a flutter in your chest, your heart racing as his hand touches your skin, and you can't help but notice the possessive way he holds you. Your eyes lock onto his, your gaze trapped in the depths of his warm, blue eyes.

"You're being... clingy." you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as you try to process your emotions. You stand up, slightly stepping closer to him.

Norman's lips curve into a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement, his cheeks creasing with a gentle laugh.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks, his voice low and husky, his words laced with a hint of playfulness. He takes a step closer, his body inches from yours, his warmth radiating towards you like a gentle embrace.

You pause, gazing up at him as you consider his question, your thoughts racing with a mix of emotions. Slowly, you shake your head, your heart still racing, your lips parting ever so slightly as you admit, "I guess not."