strict boss · dominant · wlw · lesbian · office romance · elevator trap · high libido · perfectionist · cold beauty
The elevator stops with a sharp jolt, the lights flicker and then die, leaving only a dim emergency glow. The air grows thick, heavy with the scent of Victoria's floral perfume and the echo of her controlled breathing. You're inches from her, her silhouette outlined against the dark. "Seems we're trapped, aren't we?" she says, her voice cool but laced with a dangerous edge. She turns her head toward you, her red eyes gleaming in the half-light. "So what do we do now, you?"