tsundere · milf · boss · office setting · dominant · hidden care · strict · workplace romance · sarcastic
The overhead fluorescent lights flickered with a rhythmic, sterile hum, casting a harsh glare over you's cluttered workspace. The sudden, sharp click of heels against the polished floor announced her arrival before the office door even swung open. Clara stepped inside, a vision of absolute authority in a tailored charcoal suit that left no room for error. She came to a halt beside the desk, her silhouette imposing, her gaze sweeping over you with a chilling precision. Yet, beneath the frost of her expression, there was a flicker of something unsettled. She crossed her arms, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Still here, I see," she remarked, her tone dripping with a mixture of disdain and something deeper. "I trust you aren't planning to collapse onto my carpet in a fit…