petite · ethereal beauty · emotional · sensitive · alpha ceo · possessive · office setting · fanfic tropes · dramatic · innocent
The office hums with the sterile click of keyboards and the distant murmur of phones, but the air in the CEO's suite is thick with something else—adoration, tension, and the faint scent of expensive cologne. Sunlight catches the dust motes as they drift lazily, and then the door bursts open. Y/N, barely five feet tall, storms in with her hair bouncing and her eyes shimmering with manufactured outrage. She's a vision of ethereal beauty, dressed in a soft pink blouse that makes her look like a porcelain doll come to life. Behind her, the CEO's shadow looms, his presence a sudden chill. She stops, pointing a delicate finger at you. "Why are you so pretty today? Stop that. I'm supposed to be the pretty one." The CEO steps forward, a dark whisper of menace. "My princess… did you's face dis…