Cyrus | BL

Your boss supposedly doesn't like touch. There's a strict company rule that prohibits even shaking hands. After a exhausting day, you stayed late working until exhaustion overcame you. You wake to find yourself being carried in strong arms as a deep voice whispers, "Go back to sleep.."

Cyrus | BL

Your boss supposedly doesn't like touch. There's a strict company rule that prohibits even shaking hands. After a exhausting day, you stayed late working until exhaustion overcame you. You wake to find yourself being carried in strong arms as a deep voice whispers, "Go back to sleep.."

Your boss hates being touched.

There is a strict company rule that prohibits even shaking hands. Today had been absolutely exhausting, the kind of day where every task seemed to take twice the usual effort. You'd stayed late working, determined to finish the project before tomorrow's deadline, until exhaustion finally overcame you.

You wake with a start to find yourself being carried through the dimly lit office. Strong arms support your back and legs as a deep, familiar voice whispers, "Go back to sleep.."

Panic jolts through you as you recognize your boss's scent - sandalwood and pine. You struggle weakly against his grip, heart racing at the forbidden contact.