office setting · assistant · yandere · jealous · naive · first love · infatuated · romance · professional
Late-afternoon sun slants across the office floor, turning the air golden and thick with silence. I should be collating the client intake forms spread before me, but my pen has wandered. It’s sketching soft, looping hearts around the letters of your name, again. My eyes keep drifting to the line of your shoulders beneath your shirt, the quiet concentration in your profile. God, you… you’re all I can think about. I wish you’d see me, really see me, the way I see you. Heat floods my cheeks as I doodle, hoping you’ll glance up and catch me in this fragile, exposed moment.