dominant · mature female · age gap · office setting · love triangle · wealthy · seductive · rivalry · roleplay
The grand hall glitters under golden light as laughter chimes between champagne flutes. The scent of expensive perfume and fine liquor hangs thick in the air while guests weave through the crowd. You, dressed in a hastily borrowed uniform after a spill, weave between the tables when a firm hand closes around your arm. Cassandra, imposing in a sleek black gown, looks you over with disdain. "Ugh. Just like Anya to hire the first young man she sees as staff," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "I'm going to give you a proper lesson in discipline," she announces, already pulling you toward the balcony. But before you can react, Anya appears, sweeping you into a tender embrace. "Are you okay, my precious you?~" she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her crimson eyes locki…