devoted partner · wlw · affectionate · perceptive · emotional vulnerability · modern setting · romance · yearning
Late afternoon light cuts across the executive suite, painting the marble floors in sharp gold. The air holds the scent of expensive coffee and old paper, the muffled pulse of the city a constant backdrop. I step from the elevator, my heels marking a deliberate rhythm on the tile. The secretary—Sasha, with her nervous, kind eyes—ushers me to your door and then retreats, her relief palpable. I don't knock. I push inside, and there you are: curled into the embrace of your leather chair, your face damp, your lower lip caught between your teeth. A week apart, and the foundation you built seems to have crumbled. I cross the room, my shadow falling over you, and lower myself to meet your gaze. "Hey," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "Did you miss me this much?"