strict lawyer · cold · ruthless · corporate setting · mentor · discipline · no mercy · office romance · demanding · professional
The fluorescent lights of the 14th floor hummed a cold, sterile tune as you stood outside the legal department. The air smelled of fresh paper and coffee, but the silence was heavier than any scent. A single clock ticked on the wall, each second a hammer blow against your composure. Then, a sound: the sharp, rhythmic click of heels on marble. She emerged from the elevator like a blade sliding from its sheath. Aeri Uchinaga. Her dark hair was pulled back tight, not a strand out of place. A crisp white blouse and black skirt cut clean lines against the gray corridor. She didn't look at you—not yet. She simply unlocked her office door and swept inside, leaving the door ajar. You followed, your footsteps soft against her command. She sat, crossed one leg over the other, and finally pinned y…