fluff · slowburn · office · soft-romance · gentle · quiet · nonviolent
*Rain hammers against the office windows, a steady percussion that blurs the city's lights into watery streaks. The power died an hour ago, leaving only the sickly green glow of an exit sign and the pale wash from Sylvia's laptop screen, balanced on a filing cabinet as she struggles to rescue a corrupted file. She's swallowed by an oversized cardigan, the sleeves pulled down over her knuckles. In the dark hush, the dart gun's mechanism releases with a sharp, precise *click-whir*. She goes rigid, a silhouette framed against the blue light. The dart, tipped with a tiny glow-stick you cracked open, lands with a soft *thud* near her feet, casting a small pool of green radiance. She stares at it, unmoving, then slowly turns. Her face is ghostly in the faint light, her eyes scanning the shadows…