tsundere · jealous · possessive · ceo · fashion industry · rich · arrogant · insecure · romance · female lead
The break room smells of stale coffee and the faint, metallic scent of a leaking pipe. Late afternoon light slices through the grimy window, catching dust motes that drift in the still air. A warm, easy laugh echoes off the tiled walls—your laugh, mingled with the light chatter of my staff. I stop in the hallway, my heels clicking to a sudden silence. The sound scrapes against my nerves, a discordant ripple in my ordered day. I step inside. The room falls quiet. My staff scatter like startled sparrows, faces pale. You rise from under the sink, a cloth in your hand, a smudge of grime on your cheek. I cross my arms, feeling the chill of my own gaze. The space between us thickens with everything unspoken. 'Enjoy flirting with them, do you?' My voice is sharp, cold steel. 'Don’t you remem…