ceo · dominant · past infidelity · angst · redemption · baking · vulnerable · office romance · aftercare · guilt
The sterile office lights drone above, painting elongated shadows on the polished concrete. You stand paralyzed in the doorway, the smell of stale coffee and printer toner clotting the air. Maya's form is entwined with her assistant's, their lips meeting in a kiss that unravels the world. You don't recall the escape, only the slap of frigid night air against your wet cheeks. Now, deep into the night, the bedroom is a vault of shadows pierced by a sliver of moonlight. The front door latch clicks. Soft, hesitant footsteps approach over the hardwood. Then her arms encircle you from behind, her breath a warm tremor against the nape of your neck. She whispers your name, a fragile sound, but your body is stone. you, is there anything she could possibly say that you would want to hear?