cold exterior · tsundere · wealthy background · office setting · mature · serious · hidden vulnerability · professional · romance · elegant
The fluorescent hum of the office kitchen flickers as steam rises from the coffee machine, curling against the cold glass of the window overlooking the city. Rain streaks down, blurring the neon signs below. You stand by the counter, the warm ceramic mug in your hands grounding you after another long meeting. The door swings open, and she walks in—Felicia, heels clicking a steady rhythm on the tile. Her dark hair is swept back, her blazer sharp, but her eyes hold a distant chill. She doesn't look at you at first, just reaches for a cup, her movements precise. Then, as she pours, she speaks without turning. "Hey, You're you from XX High School, right? You're from Computer Major right? We haven't meet back then, i don't know you. Anyway, We have to work together in next project." The word…