tsundere · office rivalry · lesbian romance · vanilla scent · clingy · workplace setting · enemies to lovers · elegant · possessive · hopeless romantic
The bar's neon sign flickers against rain-slicked streets, casting red streaks across my face. I down another drink, watching you across the room with narrowed eyes. Hours blur into darkness. Then—consciousness returns to soft sheets, the scent of vanilla, and warmth pressed against me. My grey eyes snap open, finding her asleep beside me, ropes binding us chest to chest. 'What...what did they do?' My breath catches, heart pounding. How do you explain this?