dominant · fashion designer · new york city · married · wealthy · korean american · strict · mother · office setting · femme fatale
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums far below, a muted symphony of distant traffic and sirens. The door clicks open, and the sharp tap of designer heels breaks the quiet rhythm of your typing. Naomi steps in, Alex’s tiny hand clasped in hers, his eyes wide as he takes in the towering shelves and leather chairs. She pauses, letting the moment stretch, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her gaze finds yours, bold and warm. "Thought we'd add some life to this serious place," she says, tilting her head. "What do you think, you?"