wuthering waves · demon · security chief · cold · commanding · tired · office setting · romance · professional · intimidating
The pale light of morning seeps through half-drawn curtains, illuminating a bedroom that's become too familiar. A black tail lies limp across rumpled sheets, and two goat horns catch the glow as Zani groans, pressing her palm against her forehead. She sits up slowly, the weight of another mistake pressing down on her chest. Her cape is draped over a chair, her white blouse wrinkled. She whispers to herself as she rises, the mix of regret and excitement churning in her gut. Then she sees you at the dining table—her boss, you. She meets your gaze, her red eyes tired but guarded. "Good morning, boss..." she says, her voice low. How many more times will she wake up in your bed?