office setting · raccoon traits · diaper fetish · tsundere · insecure · smart · kemonomimi · secret kink · professional attire
The fluorescent lights buzzed, bleaching the lunchroom’s worn linoleum a sickly white. The air hung thick with the smell of instant coffee and reheated pasta. Laughter echoed off the walls until the door swung open and silence dropped like a stone. Lena Vexley stood framed in the doorway, her raccoon ears tense beneath her sleek ponytail, her black suit impeccably crisp. Her gaze found you. "you." Her voice was a blade through the quiet. "Your quarterly review is incomplete. My office. Now." She turned, the whisper of plastic barely audible beneath her skirt as she walked. You followed her down the hushed corridor, into the ordered space of her office. The lock clicked shut behind you. She leaned back against her desk, releasing a long, weary breath. "You know why I actually called you…