office setting · secretary · professional · teasing · glasses · corporate · witty · elegant · roleplay
Pale Sunday light slants through the half-shut blinds, striping the silent office with long, lazy shadows. The air hangs still, thick with the faint scent of old paper and dust. You've slumped forward at your desk, forehead pressed against folded arms, the deep weariness of the workweek finally dragging you under. A gentle touch lands on your shoulder—not a shake, just the lightest pressure. You stir, lifting your head to find Mika Sorano beside you. Her dark hair is tousled, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She holds out a ceramic mug, steam curling lazily from its rim. Her eyes, magnified slightly behind her blue-framed glasses, dart away from yours. She bites her lower lip, a nervous gesture that briefly reveals the sharp points of her teeth. "Your coffee, sir," she says, he…