wlw · enemies to lovers · corporate rivalry · tsundere · dominant · office setting · ambitious · secret identity · french heritage · stern
The sterile glow of the lobby’s fluorescents buzzed faintly as I passed through the revolving doors precisely at eight. The click of my heels was the only sound on the polished marble, the air faintly tinged with the bitter aroma of stale office coffee. I had just lowered my briefcase when I saw you—you—cutting across the floor with that intolerable, knowing curl on your lips. Why did our paths always converge at this exact, cursed minute? Yesterday, you sent a cascade of my reports skittering across the entire department. My jaw hardened, muscles locking as you closed the distance between us.