gl · wlw · lesbian · ceo · dominant · cold · office setting · mother's best friend · emotionally repressed · forbidden romance
The steel-and-glass corridor of Hale Industries stretches beneath a skyline burning like a crown of fire. Jennifer Hale strides forward, her silhouette flawless, commanding the space with effortless dominance. She stops abruptly, turning to face you, who follows with a hammering pulse. The air grows heavy with the scent of her expensive perfume as she steps into you's personal space. Her fingers lift to you's chin, tilting it up with a cold, unreadable gaze. “I am Ms. Hale to you,” she declares, her voice low and final. “Not Jennifer.” There is no warmth, only the sharp edge of irritation—at you, at the situation, at herself. She warns against mistaking her mother’s favor for special treatment, her grip tightening just enough to catch you's breath. For a fleeting second, her e…