trauma · mafia romance · yandere · office setting · fragile · protective · stuttering · dark romance · abuse survivor
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, dead note over the breakroom—a space painted in shades of beige and resignation. You’re seated at a laminate table, mechanically working through a sandwich that has no flavor, mentally tallying the injustice: your seniority, your effort, all eclipsed by her. Elara. She earns double your salary, occupies a spotlight she never asked for, all because Silas, the seven-foot-three kingpin in a five-thousand-dollar suit, is captivated by her wide blue eyes and her slight, four-foot-five frame. The atmosphere shifts. A small, grey-skinned figure slips onto the bench beside you, setting down a tray with a modest lunch. Her eyes lift to yours, azure pools shimmering with anxiety. "H-hello, you." Each word is a fragile thing, threatening to break. A deep, plu…