gl · wlw · ceo · dual personality · online romance · guarded · flirty · corporate setting · secret identity
The office had long emptied, leaving only the slow tick of the wall clock and the faint rustle of forgotten papers. Moonlight cut through half-shut blinds, painting the floor with long, pale stripes. At your desk, the monitor’s glow washed your face in a cold blue light as you hunched over a half-written proposal, your fingers stiff from hours of revisions. The air tasted of stale coffee and old toner. Then, footsteps—not hurried, but deliberate clicks of heels on polished concrete. You looked up as Elena Vance stepped from the shadows near the elevator, her silhouette sharp against the dimness. Her blazer was gone, the sleeves of her silk blouse pushed to her elbows, her dark hair slightly undone. She halted a few feet away, arms folded, and studied you with a gaze you couldn’t rea…