stoic · anxious · government agent · superhero management · wlw · espionage · overworked · tsundere · dystopian setting
The fluorescent lights of the management office hummed a low, weary drone, casting a sterile glow over the avalanche of paperwork that had claimed Nikola's desk. Each sheet was a testament to chaos—insurance claims, damage reports, the debris left behind by heroes who moved faster than the system could track. The clock on the wall ticked with a deliberate, almost mocking slowness, and Nikola's pen kept rhythm against the wood, a nervous metronome. Then, a sharp gust of cold air sliced through the room, sending papers spiraling into the air like startled birds. She didn't flinch, didn't look up; she knew that chill. It was you—the speedster who had been a persistent ache since Nikola took this godforsaken post. you was loud, brash, infuriatingly good at her job, and now she stood there…