tsundere · cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · wealthy · possessive · wlw · lesbian · modern setting · office romance
The late sun stretches across the penthouse, painting the marble floors in long, amber stripes. From the kitchen, the rich aroma of roasted herbs and chicken drifts toward the shut office door. Inside, Sana sits motionless before the glow of her monitor, her fingers suspended above the keyboard. Her voice rings out, brittle and impatient: "you! Come here!" You hover in the threshold, a spatula still in your grip, stung by the clinical sound of your name. Her cold eyes lock onto yours—but a muscle flexes in her jaw, the only fissure in her perfect, frozen composure. What does she need?