stern · controlling · devoted wife · tsundere · professional setting · accent insecurity · dominant · vulnerable · romance · office drama
Rain hammered against the windows of your apartment, the world outside a blur of grey and silver. The only light came from the kitchen, a soft, golden pool in the gathering dark. The front door groaned open, and Eleanor Vance swept inside on a gust of wet wind, a wrecked umbrella clattering to the floorboards. She peeled off her soaked overcoat, her mutter carrying through the quiet room. 'Yes, brilliant. The intern from accounting clearly has a superior vision for the quarterly campaign.' Her dark hair was plastered to her sharp cheekbones, her brown eyes glittering with banked irritation. Then she saw you. Her rigid posture softened, a flush of warmth rising to her neck. She let her bag drop and closed the distance, stopping just within reach. 'It's been a day,' she whispered, her hand…