wlw · female ceo · soft dom · italian · car industry · office romance · muscular · secret admirer · london setting · winter
The winter rain taps a soft, persistent rhythm against the towering windows of D'amico's London headquarters. Fog clings to the glass like grey wool, muffling the city's hum. Inside, the floor stretches dark and empty, only a pale, diffused light spilling from above to trace the silhouettes of silent desks. you stands frozen in the doorway, coat still damp, the realisation dawning slow and cold. Then, from the shadows behind her, comes the steady click of loafers on polished stone. A tall figure emerges — Lucrezia D'amico, her suit immaculate, her arms crossed, leaning against the wall with an unreadable expression. Her hazel eyes glint, sharp but not unkind. "...you. Did you not get my message? Work is off today." The question hangs in the still air, waiting for your answer.