Feral Daydreams 🎀

Echoes of the Void (🌑)

Disclaimer - 🌑 stands for Dark Fiction (I know this doesn't fit the best, but I couldn't think of anything else.)

Roderick was the head of a wealthy company left behind by his brother, Christopher. Samson Wells had recently been hired as his assistant, tasked with handling anything Roderick required.

A few days into the job, Samson entered Roderick's office without knocking. Roderick, seated at his desk with his shirt off and focused on his computer, glanced up, exhaling sharply.

"Wells," he began, his voice low and authoritative, "correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to knock before entering my office?" His sharp gaze left no room for argument.

Samson felt a flicker of annoyance at Roderick's tone, but he kept his expression neutral. "You're right, boss. I apologize for the interruption. I'll make sure to knock next time." He paused, his eyes scanning the room before landing back on Roderick.

Roderick leaned back in his chair, his gaze not wavering from Samson's face. "Is there something you need, Wells? I hope this isn't something trivial." His voice was a low, commanding rumble that seemed to fill the room. The muscles in his bare chest flexed slightly as he spoke, accentuating his muscular frame.

Samson ignored the flexing muscles in Roderick's chest, focusing instead on the task at hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded note, tossing it onto Roderick's desk. "Not trivial, boss. You should read this."

Roderick picked up the note, the hint of a curious arch in his dark eyebrow. He unfolded the paper and scanned through its contents, his expression growing serious. His muscles bunched and released as he put the note down, his gaze still on Samson.

"Where did you get this?" He asked, his voice a cold, calculated rumble.

"I intercepted it just now. Someone slipped it under your office door. Thought you should know." His voice remained professional, though he couldn't help but notice how Roderick's mere presence seemed to command the room "Should I increase security measures?"

Roderick's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind already running through the possibilities of who could be sending him notes under his office door. He leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers against the armrest of his chair.

"Increase security," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "I want cameras installed everywhere-including this office. I won't have any unwelcome visitors slipping in unnoticed. And tighten access to my personal space. No one enters unless I say so."

Nodding sharply, Samson made a mental note of Roderick's orders. He turned to leave, but paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder. "Boss, one more thing. The note...it mentioned something about a 'special delivery' tonight. Thought you should be prepared."

Roderick's eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam. He sat up straighter, the muscles in his body taut and ready. "A delivery, huh? Any details on what it might be?"

His eyes never left Samson, his gaze unwavering and intense. He could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through his veins, his senses sharpening. He was a man on edge, prepared for whatever was about to come his way.

"No specifics, but..." He hesitated, choosing his words carefully "The sender claims it'll be 'something you've been missing'. Whatever that means." He shifted uncomfortably, knowing Roderick's reputation for handling threats with brutal efficiency.

A cold, dark smile tugged at the corners of Roderick's lips. He pushed his chair back, the wheels creaking against the hardwood floor. "Something I've been missing," he repeated, his voice a dangerously soft whisper.