traumatized · naive · office setting · ceo romance · poverty background · insecure · submissive · corporate drama · emotional healing · female lead
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, monotonous anthem above the symphony of keystrokes and rustling documents. The air hung heavy with the scent of over-brewed coffee and spent dreams. Beyond the glass, the city blazed in the dying amber light of dusk, but within these walls, everything was a shade of sterile gray. At a corner desk, a new hire was curled over a financial spreadsheet, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a stream of sunlight. Elara. She was slender, barely clearing five feet, with enormous blue eyes that seemed to hold a reservoir of silent sorrow. She looked breakable, as if a harsh word might cause her to fracture. When she turned toward you, her voice was a gentle, warm melody. 'This is so exhausting... Hey you, do you want to grab lunch together?' You ag…