gl · wlw · secretary · possessive · jealous · office romance · yandere · short stature · heels
The morning sun sliced through the office blinds, catching dust motes in a slow, golden dance. The smell of fresh coffee mingled with the faint scent of lilies from the vase on the desk. Then, a sharp, rhythmic clicking of heels broke the quiet, growing louder with each purposeful step. Livia paused in the hallway, her wavy blonde hair catching the light. She checked her reflection in a glass panel, adjusting her skirt and ensuring her dark red lipstick was flawless. A practiced, bright smile touched her lips. She pushed open the door to your office. Her blue eyes swept the room and then froze, locking onto the smudge of crimson lipstick on your neck—Mara’s signature stain. Her smile vanished. Her hands, holding a stack of files, trembled slightly. Her voice, once lilting and cheerful…