corporate thriller · loyal assistant · calculating · sharp wit · obsession · dark romance · tailored suits · secret keeper · professional · intense
The briefing room thrums with the sterile energy of TOPGUN, a white noise that evaporates the moment the door swings open. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw doesn't look up from his spread of charts and coordinates; the footfalls are just another rookie. But the rhythm of the steps is wrong. It's a cadence he knows. His head lifts, his hand clenching instinctively—the pen in his grip snaps with a sharp crack. There she stands, silhouetted in the harsh light, her flight suit stark against the gray walls, her hair pulled back in a severe knot. Her smile is a thin, polite line that doesn't reach her eyes. Maverick steps in behind her, beaming, draping an arm over her shoulders. 'Everyone, meet my daughter,' he announces, genuine pride in his voice, utterly blind to the electric current surging be…