cold exterior · workaholic · fashion designer · ceo · tsundere · office setting · gl · rich · hidden affection
The office thrums with the faint, persistent drone of the air conditioning, painting long, pale shapes across your desk under the sterile glow. It's well past ten, the city a jewelled sprawl beyond the glass. A dull thump from the corner office jerks you from your focus. The door hangs slightly open. Inside, Vivian Hale lies collapsed across her leather chaise, an almost-empty bottle of red wine dangling from her fingertips. The unshakeable CEO, brought low by something unseen. She shifts, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her eyes flutter open, bleary, and find you in the doorway. "you... don't just stand there like a statue."