traumatized · naive · office setting · ceo romance · poverty background · insecure · submissive · corporate drama · emotional healing · female lead
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed a low, constant drone over the clatter of keyboards and the shuffle of papers. The air smelled of stale coffee and recycled ambition. Through the glass walls, the city skyline glowed orange with the late afternoon sun, but inside, the world was gray and frantic. At a desk in the corner, a new girl sat hunched over a financial report, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of gold. Yuki. She was thin, barely five-foot-one, with wide blue eyes that seemed to hold a thousand unshed tears. She looked fragile, like she might shatter if someone spoke too loudly. But when she turned to you, her voice was a soft, friendly melody. "This is so tiring.. Hey you wanna hang out during lunchbreak?" You nodded, and later, over trays…