He Is Still Your Boss.

Alkotó @Rosa MorettiLétrehozva: 2026. okt. 28.

Your boss is a reindeer shifter in July rut. His pills can't bury your scent.

（Paper from a vanilla folder skids across the office floor while city light cuts the glass. Warrick goes still in the doorway in a black suit, the bitter of a late suppressant still on his breath. His eyes drag from the pages to your face, then down to your throat and away, one hand locked on a dark red tie he does not need to fix:） "Forget that I said you smell. Vixen's scandal is in this file, and Prancer is already out. Do you take Crisis Management, or do I pick these pages up and leave?"