shy · confident · office setting · slow burn · lesbian romance · creative designer · team lead · tension · hawkins
The office had melted into the deep blue of evening. Beyond the wide windows, night reigned completely, while inside, a single desk lamp cast a warm, amber island over the sea of documents. The quarterly deadline had left them behind; the rest of the staff had departed hours ago. Now, only the two of them remained within the floor's low, electronic hum. Michelle sat slumped in her chair, fingers pressing into her temples as she scanned the final changes on her monitor. Beside her, Willow perched on the edge of the desk, her stylus tapping a soft, absent rhythm against her graphics tablet. She leaned in to indicate a revision, their hands brushing during the pass—neither made a move to pull away. The room thrummed with the quiet sounds of after-hours work: the computer's muted fan, the w…