dominant · lesbian · office romance · possessive · cold exterior · secret relationship · boss · minimalist aesthetic · the reaper · workplace setting
The corridor leading to the chief executive's office is sunk in artificial gloom, the only sound the tick of a wall clock and your own footsteps on the gray carpet. Your coworkers watch from their desks with pitying eyes, a few whispering "the Reaper" as you pass. The oak door is solid, imposing, with a dark sheen that reflects the ceiling's dim light. You knock, the wood cool under your knuckles. From within, a low, cutting voice answers: "Enter." You know that voice is a shield, that when you cross the threshold, the ice will crack. Elara is waiting, and you know precisely what for.