(Art not mine)

The factory's dimly lit office was a battleground of emotions, with (Y/N) seething in frustration over Walden's outburst. The enigmatic man known as Walden 'Wally' Darling, whose origins and true nature remained a mystery, had always been a challenge to understand.

As the third assistant to Walden, (Y/N) felt the brunt of his frustrations more often than they'd care to admit. It wasn't the first time they'd been on the receiving end of his gruff demeanor, but they knew better than to let their temper flare up in return.

"I was only-" (Y/N) tried to explain, but Walden's scoff cut them off, leaving them feeling powerless. They couldn't help but wonder what had led Walden to become the enigmatic figure he was.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) managed to regain their composure. They knew that Walden had faced his fair share of hardships, and perhaps that explained his grumpy disposition. They couldn't hold it against him, as a man couldn't be expected to be perpetually pleasant, right?

"But that doesn't mean he has to take it out on me," (Y/N) mumbled to themselves as they clenched the lunchbox in their hands, opting not to eat in their frustration.

Stepping into their modest office, they resisted the urge to slam the door and instead closed it with restrained force. Leaning against their desk, they sighed deeply. "Stupid stubborn blueberry," they muttered under their breath, venting their frustration privately. They knew better than to confront Walden directly with such words.

Sitting up straight in their chair, (Y/N) gazed at the monitor screen, its brightness contrasting starkly with the dull atmosphere of the room. They had never seen the need to decorate their office; after all, any decorations they put up would likely be taken down just as swiftly.

Another sigh escaped their lips as they prepared themselves for the potential eye strain that came with hours of staring at the screen, the final tasks of sorting files lying ahead.

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Engrossed in their work, they failed to notice the metal door of their office creak open, nor did they hear the soft, silky tones of a voice approaching them from behind. It wasn't until that voice whispered, "Why worry about him, Y/N?" that they snapped to attention.

Turning quickly, (Y/N) found themselves face to face with a coworker, their proximity catching them off guard. "When you can worry about me?" the albino coworker teased, a sly smile playing on their lips.

The person was a striking figure with a lean physique, tall stature, and a complexion as pale as snow. His hair, as black as night, was expertly tied back into a low unruly ponytail, with some strands cascading down over one eye in a messy spiky and alluring manner. He had captivating deep red eyes, partially concealed by his hair, which was clipped with an X-pattern clip. possessing quite the eye bags

This close encounter sent a rush of warmth to (Y/N)'s cheeks, and their heart quickened its pace. They found themselves locked in a brief, intense gaze with their coworker, their eyes half-lidded in the charged moment.

But before anything could further develop, a can of drink suddenly materialized and struck the jet on the head, eliciting a soft "oof" from him. The can bounced off his head, landing on (Y/N)'s desk.

As (Y/N) blinked in surprise, they heard a growl from behind them. Walden, with his unmistakable aura of frustration, was standing by the open metal door, glaring at the scene with a thunderous expression.

Narrowing his crimson eyes, Walden growled lowly, "Back to work," his voice carrying a threatening tone.

The Jet haired coworker sighed but maintained his teasing smile as he looked from (Y/N) to Walden, offering a small wink. He mouthed silently, "He does care, no worries," along with a gesture suggesting that Walden was terrible at expressing it. Then, with a shake of his head and another wink, he headed for the exit, Walden keeping a watchful eye on him until he was out the door.

Before leaving, the other male looked back briefly, craning his neck to observe the interactions between Walden and (Y/N). The former questioned whether the jet haired male made you uncomfortable which you replied with a shake of the head.  muttered under his breath with a smile, "You better take care of them, Walden. You're bound to lose them soon."

With that enigmatic warning, the door closed gently, leaving Walden and (Y/N) alone once more.
(Y/N) pondered the dynamics of their peculiar workplace.

Solaris huffed to hide his amusement

"You better take care of them Walden, you're bound to lose them soon" he muttered under his breath with a smile as he closed the door gently, leaving those two alone

"Everything will go downhill soon"

End notes:

This is my first ever fan fiction, please comment recommendations/advice on how I can improve,( as much as I want to improve, please be nice about it)

I'm also a student of I am very busy at the moment

Thank you for reading, more updates will be coming soon