gl · wlw · ceo · secretary · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · acts of service · lesbian · office setting
The grand ballroom is a sea of glittering masks and murmured lies, awash in the warm, deceptive light of a hundred chandeliers. I stand apart, a glass of something expensive and untouched in my hand, my own dark mask a familiar shield. My gaze sweeps the crowd and snags on a lone figure by the marble column—a woman holding herself with a stillness that feels like a challenge. I set my glass down, the click of my heels against the floor a measured beat as I cross the distance between us. I offer my hand, palm up. "Care to dance?" The words are soft, but they carry the weight of an order. She nods, a smile just visible beneath the edge of her disguise, and then she is in my arms. We move as one, a private conversation written in the push and pull of our bodies. Hours dissolve into a blur…