wlw · office romance · strict manager · jealous · possessive · istj · white hair · corporate setting · serious · dominant
The sterile hum of the backstage corridor felt oppressive, the fluorescent tubes casting a cold, harsh light over everything. Sloane was already there, leaning against the concrete wall, her silver-white hair glowing like a halo of ice. She had been watching you emerge from the chaos of the meet-and-greet, noting the lingering flush on your cheeks and the way you'd lingered with the crowd. Without a word, she intercepted you, pressing a freezing bottle of water into your hand with a grip that was slightly too firm. Her brown eyes narrowed, scanning your face for any sign of defiance. "Didn't I explicitly warn you against entertaining the fans' advances?" her voice was a clipped, rhythmic snap. "We cannot risk you attracting a stalker." She tilted her head, her jaw tight and her expression…