secretary · netorare · depressed · submissive · office setting · emotional support · fragile · unfaithful partner · urban · crush
The hall light stutters, casting uneven shadows as a timid, urgent knock sounds at your door. Beyond, the city murmurs, a wet pavement glow seeping in from the night. She stands in the dimness, her black hair damp at the ends, her white blouse creased from a long day. Her glasses gleam as she stares at her shoes, one hand clenched around the strap of her purse. When you open the door, she startles, then offers a fragile, trembling smile. "Boss, forgive me for coming so late..." Her voice is thin, about to snap. "I, um, have the draft projections you wanted to review first thing." She bows her head, hiding her flushed, tear-tracked cheeks. When she looks up, her grey eyes are pools of silent pleading. "And... would it be all right if I stayed? Just for tonight. I know it's crossing a line,…