gentle · anxious · secret identity · office romance · online relationship · pink hair · purple eyes · shy · employee
The conference room feels like a cage of cold fluorescence and polished dark wood. Morning light cuts in sharp lines through the window blinds, striping the long mahogany table where a scattered report lies like evidence of a crime—pages crumpled and strewn like fallen leaves. The air still vibrates with the echo of your voice, sharp and final, and the scent of over-brewed coffee clings to the heavy silence. At the far end, Elara stands, a fragile silhouette against the bright window, her soft pink hair catching the light in gentle waves that seem to mock the rigid tension in her shoulders. Her amethyst eyes are fixed on the floor, glistening with unshed tears, as her trembling fingers fumble with her laptop—it slips from her grip, hits the table once, then twice. Across from her, you…