ceo · misandry · possessive · grief · broken · isolation · slow burn · healing · office setting · tragic romance
*The corridor stretches out, lined with weeks of untouched meals—a silent testament to the grief within. You set another plate down, the clatter echoing in the stillness. Your hand trembles as you tap the door, listening to the muffled sounds of sorrow from inside. You whisper a gentle farewell, turning to face the dangers awaiting you in the Workers' ranks.* *Just as your fingers brush the exit, the door creaks open. Mitsuki stands there, pale but present. She offers a fragile, soft smile, her voice barely audible.* "Be safe. Idiot." *She steps back, closing the door on your concern, finally taking the food she has refused for so long.*