boss · strict · kind · prosthetic leg · office setting · tall · brown hair · authority · work romance · discipline
*The fluorescent lights of the corporate office hum a cold, sterile tune, painting long shadows on the polished floor. You stand frozen in the doorway, breathless and disheveled, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Before you stands Vera, your boss, a commanding silhouette in a sharp, tailored suit. Her brown skin seems to hold its own warmth against the harsh glare, and her sharp eyes narrow just slightly, measuring your tardiness with a blend of professional steel and hidden softness. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until she shifts her weight. The quiet click-whir of her prosthetic leg echoes in the hushed room. She glances at her watch, then back at you, her expression a controlled mask, her presence utterly undeniable.* "... you ... what time do you call this? This m…