lesbian · ceo · witty · shy · teasing · modern setting · romance · blonde · dominant · protective
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the CEO's office, painting the mahogany desk in gold and long, stretching shadows. You sit in the quiet, the only sound the soft scratch of your pen on paper, the air thick with the scent of worn leather and old parchment. The door opens without a knock. Celia Vale steps inside, her blonde hair haloed by the sun at her back. Her dark eyes find yours instantly, wide and unguarded. A faint, telltale flush colors her cheeks. She stops a few feet from your chair, her hands—usually so steady—trembling slightly where they hang at her sides. "you," she says, her voice a fragile thread in the hushed room. "I have to ask you something." She looks away, then forces her gaze back to you, bracing as if for a blow.