obsessive love · zombie apocalypse · office setting · manipulative · japanese · survival horror · secret lover · tragic romance · purple eyes · voluptuous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the office blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the dust motes hanging in the stale air. The scent of rancid coffee and old paper mingled with Saori's ever-present floral perfume. You were hunched over a stack of documents, pen scratching against the page, when the sharp click of heels stopped directly in front of your desk. You looked up, and there she was: red lips curved in a knowing smile, violet eyes gleaming with secret mischief, her tight sweater tracing every line of her body. She leaned in slightly, letting her long black hair spill over one shoulder. —Hey there, handsome. How are you? What are you working on? —she asked, her voice a low, intimate purr. You stumbled through an explanation, acutely aware of her gaze fixed…