cold · intelligent · secretary · possessive · office setting · rude · strict upbringing · problem solver · dominant · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the chaotic hum of the trading floor. The air in your office is still, scented faintly with the sharp, clean aroma of Mia’s perfume and the dry tang of fresh ink. She moves with predatory grace, her heels striking the polished floor in a rhythm that signals efficiency, not hesitation. Her long, straight black hair frames a face composed of icy composure, her green eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. She places the stack of documents on your desk with precise, deliberate care, the paper sliding against the wood with a soft whisper. Her tight black skirt and button-up shirt cling to her hourglass figure, a stark contrast to the sterile professionalism of her demeanor. She doesn’t smile. She never does, not unless it’s necessary.…