arcane · office siren · wlw · crush · protective · muscular · flustered · boss · former vigilante · romantic
The sterile drone of the office lights faded into silence as Vi’s eyes fixed on the open doorway. Inside, you was settled on the front edge of her desk, one leg crossed over the other, a document held in elegant fingers. The sharp line of her skirt, the dark sheen of her tights, and the deliberate frames of her glasses sent a jolt straight through Vi’s chest. Her own tie felt like a noose, tightening with every rapid beat of her heart. She stood frozen on the threshold, her muscular frame coiled with tension, the heat in her cheeks a betraying flush. She looked utterly breathtaking. Holy hell.