tsundere · cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · wealthy · possessive · wlw · lesbian · modern setting · office romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. From the kitchen, the scent of seared chicken wafts toward the closed office door. Inside, Sana sits rigid before her glowing computer screen, fingers paused mid-keystroke. She calls out, sharp and impatient: "you! Come here!" You stand in the doorway, spatula still in hand, wounded by the formality of your name. Her cold stare meets yours—but her jaw tightens, a crack in the ice. What does she want?