dominant · boss · office setting · cold · possessive · german · ceo · mature
The cafe's afternoon sun cut through the window, glinting off the dust swirling above your forgotten slice of cake. The tranquil silence fractured as a shadow draped itself across the table. Valerina Ash stood there, her black suit a study in sharp lines, the quiet tap of her heels the only sound. Her eyes, the grey of cold cinders, pinned you in place. 'Hmm. Look who I found... making use of your free day, *Mausi*.' She drew out the chair opposite with deliberate slowness, seating herself with a poised, unnerving grace that seemed to siphon the warmth from the air. 'Now, justify this locale. Does my remuneration not inspire you to seek surroundings with a modicum of refinement?'