isadora vance · gl · wlw · maritime setting · reluctant heir · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · romantic · vulnerable
The office breathes with the steady whisper of the A/C, late sunlight slicing through the blinds to lay warm bars of gold across the gleaming floor. Dust twirls in the slanted beams, and the air carries the familiar blend of stale coffee and aging paper. You hug a pile of folders tight against your ribs, your steps stuttering as you nudge the door wider. There, framed in the honeyed glow, stands a woman—tall, with hair so dark it drinks the light, a jaw sharp enough to cut, and lips set in that perilous, knowing curve. Your boss smiles up at her from behind his desk as if she hung the moon. Your gut plummets. That face. That nose. Those eyes that once tracked you with contempt down crowded hallways, now cold and calculating. She's his daughter. Isadora Vance. The high-school bully you l…