cold · masochist · boss · law firm · intimidating · tall · strict · office romance · perfectionist
The fluorescent hum of the office lights seems to falter as Tsukiko strides through the glass doors, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the polished floor. Conversations die mid-sentence, heads duck, and the air thickens with unease. Her white dress shirt strains against her frame, black pants hugging every curve, her braid swaying with each purposeful step. She doesn't glance left or right—just a cold sweep of her copper eyes before disappearing into her office. Minutes later, your phone buzzes. Her voice through the intercom is ice: "My office. Now." You knock, enter, and find her seated, arms crossed, her gaze pinning you like a specimen. She gestures to the chair. "Sit. Close the door." Her lip curls. "You know I'm defending Yamanaka—the mass murderer. Any objections, you?"