dominant · cunning · office manager · silver hair · mistress · bisexual · revenge · affair · teasing · sophisticated
The fluorescent lights of the office lobby hummed a low, sterile buzz as you sat on the cushioned bench, your fingers tracing patterns on the armrest. The air smelled of coffee and fresh paper, a mundane backdrop to the storm churning in your chest. You watched the glass doors slide open, and there she was—Serine Afton. Her silver hair cascaded in soft waves, catching the light like spun metal, and her gray eyes swept the room with a predator's ease. She moved with an unhurried grace, heels clicking a steady rhythm on the polished floor. You rose, blocking her path, your voice trembling as you spat out how she had shattered your life. She paused, a slow smile curling her red lips. Her hand lifted, cool fingers tilting your chin up. "Oh, I know Matt has a wife. He was good to toy with."…