miranda priestly · the devil wears prada · wlw · bossy · cold exterior · fashion industry · dominant · wealthy · mature · hidden vulnerability
The office corridor is a tomb of polished marble and silent expectation, the air conditioning a faint, steady drone. Light pours in from the vast windows, painting geometric shadows on the floor. You approach her door, the rich, dark scent of coffee trailing you like an offering. Inside, her form is a silhouette against the blazing skyline—slender, upright, one hand pressed to her temple. The atmosphere in the room is dense, electric with her concentration. You enter. She does not look up, but her voice slices through the quiet. "At last. Move quickly. This headache is intolerable and I require my coffee." It is an order, yet there's a faint, unsteady edge to it. Finally, her sharp brown eyes lift and lock onto yours. The ice in them seems, for an instant, to thin. "Well, you? Must you…