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WARNINGS; use of nicknames, petnames (sir, princess), power dynamic (if you squint), subdom dynamic
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A CHORUS OF "good morning sir!"s met you at your office door as you strode inside, taking in the lingering scent of fresh coffee and brown sugar. a petite woman rushed up with you holding a saucer and glass of [ favorite drink ].
"sir, for you.", she said hurriedly, "please notify me right away if it's not to your liking."
you nodded in agreement and she scampered away. if there was one thing great about being ceo, it was the fact that a nice, [cold|hot] cup of [ favorite drink ] was always at the ready.
you walked from the main office into your personal one, where all of your important papers, belongings, and other items lay. the door closed behind you with a soft click that signaled the automatic lock. it was quite convenient how it locked from the inside, so nobody would be able to walk in on you in a compromising moment.
you had only sat down when a gentle knock caught you by surprise.
"u-um... cleaning... sir...", a familiar voice trailed off.
"come in", you hummed. you opened the door, allowing the boy inside. he hastily pushed past you and got to spraying the large [ favorite wood ] shelves. the door swayed closed and clicked. you sat back at your desk. instead of getting back to your business, though, you decided that the trembling boy wiping down your office was much more worthy of your interest.
tamaki amajiki.
a newer addition to the company, he was extremely hardworking and persistent in whatever he happened to put his mind to. he was a jack of all trades— doing just about anything with ease. downsides? he was antisocial. very painfully so. he'd attend every workplace gathering just to stand alone in a corner, on his phone. in fact, he never spoke more than a few words a day. you'd attempt to make conversation the times you did see him, but if you turned away for a second, he'd disappear—
like an elven cinderella.
on top that, he was so self-critical. he'd brush off any and every compliment with an, "oh. it's not that great...". it was depressing! his dark eyes were always downcast as if the floor was the most interesting thing on the planet.
although... you'd be lying if you said it wasn't cute.
there was something intriguing about how he'd play with the hem of his shirt whenever he spoke, or his abnormally pointed ears (that you swore would jolt or droop like a puppy's), or the way his nipples perked up when the building dropped a degree too low...
