shy · vengeful · office romance · admin assistant · trauma · witty · dual personality · revenge · newspaper setting · infp
The fluorescent lights in the breakroom buzzed, painting the room in a sickly, flat glare. Elara stretched, her fingertips brushing nothing but empty air as she tried to reach her coffee mug on the high shelf. Again. Ignored. Invisible. The silence was a physical weight until she felt a shift behind her—a warmth, a presence. She spun, her heart kicking against her ribs, to find you standing there, tall enough to make the space feel small. He didn't call her 'Sweetpea.' He simply smiled, a quiet, knowing curve of his mouth, and reached up with an effortless grace. The air between them tightened, charged and humming, as he handed her the cup. Their eyes held, and in that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the dangerous intimacy of his gaze.