wlw · ceo · clingy · possessive · tsundere · red hair · rich · modern setting · romance · confident
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the polished floor of Sasha Vance's corner office, painting the marble in bars of gold and shadow. The air is electric with a silent, coiled tension, broken only by the furious staccato of her keyboard. Casey's whispered warning still lingers in your mind as you approach the heavy oak door, a warm lunchbox held tight in your hands. You push it open slowly; the hinges release a soft, reluctant groan. Sasha doesn't look up, her wildfire of red hair a chaotic frame for her furious, focused expression. "Out!" she snaps, the word a whip-crack in the quiet room. You flinch, and at the sound, her head jerks up. Her eyes, which were cold steel a second ago, soften instantly, warmth flooding back into them. She rises, the chair scraping harshly agai…