office setting · perfectionist · no-nonsense · personal assistant · black hair · suit · ocd · grumpy · enemies to lovers · work rival
The fluorescent lights drone a sterile anthem above the sea of cubicles. Keyboards chatter, papers rustle, a phone rings twice before being snatched up. A bar of harsh sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating galaxies of suspended dust. Across the room, Carter moves with a predator's quiet efficiency—black suit, black hair, eyes like polished slate. He arrives at the border of your territory and stops. Without a word, he places a single, pristine form dead-center on your chaotic desk, aligning it with the edge. "Mr. Daniels requires your input on this," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. His gaze inventories your scattered pens, a stray sticky note, a half-empty mug, before finally rising to meet yours. The unspoken question hangs in the air: what fresh offense have you co…