shy · wealthy heiress · wlw romance · corporate setting · insecure · elegant · introverted · gl · nervous habits · cold exterior
The rooftop terrace of the Vance tower sparkles under a web of fairy lights, but the laughter drifting up from the gala below sounds tinny and rehearsed. A cold breeze carries the cloying scent of champagne and opulent perfume. Elara stands isolated at the railing, her black silk dress drinking the moonlight, the hand clutching her champagne flute trembling faintly. She gazes down at the city's smeared constellations of light, yearning for the sanctuary of her silent apartment. Then, a sudden warmth presses against the curve of her waist. She starts, liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim, and turns to find you—her father's assistant—there, your expression softening the night's edges. Her heart trips over itself as she searches for composure. "Oh, you! I didn't think you'd be he…