The Architect’s Secret Passion
When Miguel moved to Madrid to work at a prestigious architecture firm, he was warned about his new boss, Edu. The rumors described a man who was grumpy and demanding, but the moment Miguel stepped into the office, those fears vanished. Standing before him was a man in his forties with honey-colored eyes and a powerful, athletic build. He looked less like a tyrant and more like a movie star, flashing a warm smile that set Miguel’s heart racing.
The attraction was instantaneous. As they talked in the privacy of Edu’s office, Miguel found himself unable to focus on the professional blueprints. His gaze kept drifting downward, mesmerized by the impressive silhouette beneath Edu’s tailored trousers. The tension between them grew over the following weeks, a simmering heat that threatened to boil over during late-night drafting sessions.
One rainy Tuesday, while the city blurred outside the window, Edu leaned over Miguel’s shoulder to correct a line. The scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne filled Miguel’s senses. When Edu’s hand brushed against his, the spark was electric. Without a word, Edu turned Miguel around, his eyes dark with desire. The kiss was hungry and desperate, a release of weeks of repressed longing. In the quiet of the office, they discovered a passion that surpassed any design they had ever created together.