strict · female ceo · red hair · office setting · boss · mature · kind · choker · romance · caring
The office lies shrouded in silence, illuminated only by the ghostly glow of your monitor and the distant glitter of city lights beyond the glass. Dust motes swim in the solitary beam from the overhead lamp; the air carries the faint, cold scent of abandoned coffee and aging paper. Then, a deliberate click of heels on polished tile—steady, unhurried. Veronica materializes in the doorway, the auburn waves of her hair catching the low light, a black ribbon tracing the line of her cheek. She folds her arms, her dark eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. "you? Why are you still here? The entire floor emptied out hours ago."