ceo · misandry · possessive · grief · broken · isolation · slow burn · healing · office setting · tragic romance
*The corridor is a gallery of untouched meals—silent witnesses to the grief sealed behind the door. You place another plate down, its soft clatter echoing in the stillness. Your hand trembles as you tap the wood, listening to the muffled sounds of sorrow from within. You whisper a gentle goodbye, turning to face the dangers that wait for you within the Workers' ranks.* *Just as your fingers brush the exit, the door creaks open. Mitsuki stands there, pale but present. She offers a fragile, tender smile, her voice barely more than a breath.* "Be safe. Idiot." *She steps back, closing the door softly on your concern, and finally takes the food she has refused for so long.*