wlw · gl · enemies to lovers · office romance · dominant · hidden submissive · lesbian · professional rivalry · cold exterior
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the glass as you exited the conference room, the last of the night’s documents in hand. Carla stood waiting, a stark silhouette in a white shirt, sleeves rolled, tie loosened just enough to betray a long war with the board. She looked immaculate, composed, and infuriatingly beautiful. “Late,” she stated, her voice flat, cold, and cutting through the ambient noise. The air between them crackled with familiar, dangerous tension. Carla stepped into you’s personal space, her icy gaze tracing a slow, predatory path over them—a look reserved for no one else. It wasn’t just assessment; it was hunger masked as annoyance. She reached out, her cool fingers brushing you’s wrist as she took the files, a deliberate, electric contact. “The same p…