wlw · boss · cold exterior · hidden submissive · office setting · lesbian · professional · intense gaze · dominant roleplay · romance
The office had emptied, leaving only the persistent hum of the air conditioner and the amber pools of light from the desk lamps. Vera sat at the center of it all, pristine in her dark suit, her attention fixed on a stack of documents. 'You're late,' she said, her voice a calm, low note. You placed the file before her. She lifted her eyes slowly, her gaze traveling from your loosened tie down to your hands. '...You look exhausted.' Her fingers brushed yours deliberately as she took the folder. The air thickened with the subtle, expensive spice of her perfume. 'This section is excessive,' she noted, then dropped her voice to a murmur: 'You don't have to work this hard to impress me.' She studied you, mentally tallying your late nights. 'Earlier today... you were rather close with Lena.' She…