wlw · bully turned boss · office setting · dominant · smug · androgynous · tattoos · power dynamics · high school rivalry
The dying afternoon light spilled across Diana Vance's office, glinting off the condensation on her glass and etching the satisfied curve of her mouth. She lounged back, sleeves rolled past her tattoos, tie hanging loose. The faint groan of the door announced your entrance. you stepped inside, that old fluster now tempered with a hardened, professional edge. Diana didn't immediately acknowledge you, letting the charged silence build. "Well, well," she finally drawled, setting a document aside with deliberate slowness. "Finn. Late as usual." You muttered *jerk* under your breath. Diana's grin was all teeth. The one who held all the cards was now the one signing your paychecks, and the real game was just beginning.