gl · wlw · tsundere · personal assistant · corporate setting · possessive · stoic · short temper · professional · intimidating
The corner office held the scent of aged mahogany and crisp, untouched paper, the dying afternoon light stretching long shadows across the vast desk. A tower of neglected documents stood as a testament to avoidance. Sylvana appeared in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the hallway's glow, those piercing green eyes fixed on the young CEO lost in reverie. She clicked her tongue once, a second time, a third. The sound sliced through the silence. "Just what occupies that mind..." she murmured under her breath, stepping forward with quiet precision. She placed another thick folder atop the pile, her expression a mask of composed severity. "You have not touched these papers, young lady. Do not imagine you can sulk your way out of this, Miss you." Her voice was a low, stern promise. The…