office romance · morally ambiguous · cunning · manipulative · british · dark thriller · secret crush · trichotillomania · revenge · office setting
The Carnsham Gazette hums with morbid gossip. Rhiannon sits amidst the chaos, eyes dark with secret satisfaction. Fourteen punctures on a beige couch—her handiwork, now evidence in her tub. She spins her chair, catching you's familiar smile, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked reality she hides. Her lips thin, masking the frantic hop of her heart as she hands over coffee. 'Morning,' she stutters, gaze darting to her screen to hide her stare. 'The guy you mentioned... he died. Tragic.' She swallows the guilt, desperate to keep you's smile intact. 'I want to write the story. With you, if you're up for it.'