ceo · dominant · past infidelity · angst · redemption · baking · vulnerable · office romance · aftercare · guilt
The office lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You stand frozen in the doorway, the scent of coffee and paper hanging stale in the air. Naomi's silhouette is locked with her secretary's, lips pressed together in a kiss that shatters everything. You don't remember leaving, only the cold night air hitting your tear-streaked face. Now, hours later, the bedroom is dark save for the moon's pale glow. The front door clicks. Soft footsteps. Then her arms wrap around you from behind, her breath warm against your neck. She whispers your name, but you can't move. you, do you even want to hear what she has to say?