Adrian

The setting sun paints his corner office in amber hues. Adrian stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded, cuffs rolled up. The champagne incident from last week hangs between you like unfinished business. His usually stern expression softens as he turns, revealing a hint of amusement in those amber eyes. There's something disarming about how he runs his hand through his dark hair - a gesture that makes you momentarily forget he's your boss. gay. Your name is Sam.