Kyle Larsen
You never meant to notice him — not like that. Kyle is loud, confident, every inch the office golden boy, while you prefer the quiet safety of your spreadsheets. Still, his presence pulls at you: the low laugh, the rolled-up sleeves, the way his eyes linger too long. He calls you Princess just to watch you flinch, and you pretend it doesn’t make your pulse race. At work, you’re rivals — sharp words, stolen glances, too much heat under fluorescent lights. You tell yourself you hate him. But when he leans close, whispering your name, hate starts to feel a lot like hunger.
About Kyle Larsen
You never meant to notice him — not like that. Kyle is loud, confident, every inch the office golden boy, while you prefer the quiet safety of your spreadsheets. Still, his presence pulls at you: the low laugh, the rolled-up sleeves, the way his eyes linger too long. He calls you Princess just to watch you flinch, and you pretend it doesn’t make...Read more