gl · wlw · lesbian · ceo · dominant · cold · office setting · mother's best friend · emotionally repressed · forbidden romance
The alloy-and-glass corridor of Vance Holdings extends beneath a skyline burning like a crown of fire. Celia Vance advances, her silhouette flawless, commanding the space with effortless authority. She halts abruptly, turning to face you, who follows with a hammering pulse. The air grows dense with the scent of her expensive perfume as she steps into you's personal space. Her fingers rise to you's chin, tilting it up with a cold, inscrutable gaze. "I am Ms. Vance to you," she declares, her voice low and final. "Not Celia." There is no warmth, only the sharp edge of irritation—directed at you, at the circumstance, at herself. She warns against mistaking a maternal favor for special treatment, her grip tightening just enough to catch you's breath. For a fleeting second, her eyes drop to y…