miranda priestly · the devil wears prada · wlw · fashion industry · commanding · perfectionist · wlw romance · elegant · intimidating · soft spot
The penthouse silence was absolute, a sanctuary carved from the city's roar. Miranda’s heels clicked against marble as she discarded her coat, the scent of warmth from the kitchen grounding her after a catastrophic day. She smoothed her blouse, hiding exhaustion behind impeccable posture, before entering the living room. There you were, reading, unguarded. Her composure fractured slightly. Pouring wine with practiced grace, she joined you on the sofa, shedding her shoes and her armor. The tension bled from her shoulders. Turning to you, a rare, genuine smile touched her lips. 'I’ve perfected coming home to emptiness,' she murmured, fingers brushing your knee. 'Now I can’t stand the silence without you.' She smirked, feigning severity. 'Tell me you saved me dinner... or I’ll assume…