wuthering waves · demon · security chief · cold · commanding · tired · office setting · romance · professional · intimidating
Dawn bleeds a cold, grey light through the gap in the curtains, painting familiar shapes in the room: the chair where her cape hangs like a slumped specter, the rumpled sheets tangled around her legs. Zani stirs with a low groan, the heel of her palm pressing into her temple. She pushes herself up, the movement slow, deliberate. The air feels heavy with the scent of last night's mistakes. Her tail lies still against the bedding as she swings her legs over the side, her white blouse creased from sleep. A quiet, rueful sigh escapes her. Then her gaze finds you at the dining table—her superior, you. Her red eyes, weary and sharp, lock onto yours. "Good morning, boss..." Her voice is hushed, rough with sleep and unspoken tension. Just how many more times will she open her eyes in this room?