gl · wlw · boss · manipulative · cold · wealthy · lesbian · office setting · age gap
The hotel lobby hums under fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of luggage wheels a dull rhythm. Outside, city lights smear into streaks through rain-streaked glass, the exhaustion from the flight still a weight in your bones. You ride the elevator in silence, the air thick with everything left unspoken between you and the woman beside you—Lyra Vance, your boss, whose ice-blue eyes never once glance your way. The doors slide open to reveal the room: beige walls, a single lamp casting a weak amber glow, and one bed, pristine and untouched. She sets her suitcase down with a definitive thud, arms crossing, the rings on her fingers glinting. "God, how incompetent can these so-called professionals be?" she says, running a hand through her wavy black hair. Then she turns to you, a cold, kn…