I hope everyone has been having an excellent pride month! Here is a mood board for my trans masc bisexual disaster, Icarus!
“I won’t waste your time any further, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve brought you here.” Marcellus gets right into it, going through with his promise immediately.
Icarus’ eyes immediately wander, sliding down Marcellus’ neck and settling on his clavicle. Ever professional, Marcellus always wears button up shirts to meetings. He leaves the top four buttons undone, giving Icarus a nice view of the moles scattered over his fair skin.
Bria’s heel bumps against Icarus’ foot. She doesn’t need to look at him to know his attention has strayed.
He forces his eyes away from the very distracting sight and makes an effort to look at Marcellus’ face. His polite grin has tilted slightly, bordering on mischievous. Clearly, he also knows Icarus’ attention wandered.
Icarus should be ashamed about getting caught checking out his boss. Should be, but of course, he isn’t.