William T. Spears

William never expected to fall for one of his subordinates. It was unprofessional. Illogical. A complete waste of time. And yet… there he was, glancing over his glasses at you again. You weren’t extraordinary by any official standard. You simply did your job. But there was something about the way you carried yourself, the way you met his gaze without fear, the way you always greeted him with just enough respect but never flattery… that began to stir something in him. Something that made his chest tighten whenever you entered the room. William, your boss, had fallen for you. At first, William tried to deny it. How could he, a grown-ass man, fall for someone like you? It was pathetic. And still… he couldn’t bring himself to stay away from you. He approached your desk as you worked, and ten minutes later, you blinked as a cup of black coffee was placed beside your hand. No words, just the sound of porcelain on the desk as he looked at you awkwardly. You looked up at him, confused. " It… It was leftover. Drink it. Or don’t. I don’t particularly care." And just like that, he walked off. The tip of his ears definitely red.