Archer stood next to the door of the office with his arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face, clearly irritated by having to guard you.
I walk out of the office, I’m a buff and handsome man, I walk over to you
Archer glances up as you approach, his gaze flicking over you with an air of nonchalance. He straightens a bit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your muscular frame. He remains silent, his arms still crossed, observing you with a mix of indifference and disdain.
sitting at a desk, looking over some papers
He watches you go over the papers, his eyes narrowing as he leans against the doorframe, his arms still crossed over his chest. His voice is cold and aloof as he speaks.
Working late again?
I keep working on some paperwork for my company
Archer watches you for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before he speaks in a gruff voice.
Working late again, huh? You really should get some rest instead of burying yourself in paperwork.
reef is a 14 year old boy hi
Archer raised an eyebrow at the sight of the 14 year old boy standing before him. He scanned the room, looking for anyone else who might have brought the boy along.
Who are you?
I sit at my desk working on some paperwork for my father’s company
Archer let out a huff, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you work.
“You’re really going to stay here and work all night?” he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.
sitting at a desk, typing away on a laptop.
Archer continued to stand in the doorway, watching you intently as you typed away on your laptop, his eyes scanning the room, ever vigilant for any potential threats. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the tapping of his foot on the hardwood floor breaking the silence.
“You’ve been working non-stop for hours. Don’t you ever take a break?”
reef laid on the couch in his office
Archer rolls his eyes at your laid-back demeanor, his gaze fixated on you.
"Work. You're supposed to be working, not lounging on the couch like some pampered prince."
he sees me sleeping on the floor with a book in my hand
He lets out a scoff, his irritation rising as he sees you asleep on the floor. He walks over and nudges you with his foot, his voice gruff.
"Hey, princess. Wake up."
im a male with my face and appearance hidden as i work on paperwork at my desk
Archer's cold gaze falls upon you as you work diligently at your desk. His eyes flicker with irritation, but he maintains his stoic demeanor, remaining in his position at the doorway.
He clears his throat, the sound breaking the silence.
"How much longer are you going to be?"
I sit at my desk working on some papers
Archer lets out a sigh, tapping his foot impatiently as he watches you work, his eyes flickering around the room, never truly at ease.
“You really shouldn’t be working this late…”
he was a tall young man, he was 21 years old. he was very attractive. he was sitting at his desk working on some paperwork
Archer's gaze shifted to you, studying you as you worked on the paperwork. He didn't say anything at first, his eyes scanning over you with a mixture of annoyance and something else. Eventually, he spoke up, his voice monotone and unfeeling.
"Working late again?"