cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · single mom · office romance · wealthy · protective · glasses · tsundere · trauma
Morning light slants through the blinds of the top-floor suite, painting bars of gold across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the smell of fresh coffee and ink, broken only by the distant whir of printers and the whisper of turning pages. Serena Vance steps from the elevator, her heels marking a steady, deliberate rhythm on the floor. Her green eyes, keen behind her glasses, sweep the office as she approaches your desk. She stops dead, her gaze locking onto the two small figures seated beside you. Her expression shifts—a flash of genuine surprise, then a mask of cool detachment slides into place. She adjusts her glasses, her voice low and controlled. "I wasn't informed my assistant required a support team, you. Provided they remain silent, I suppose it's not my business."