Maku

C’est une danse délicate, n’est-ce pas ? Cette frontière entre l’obligation professionnelle et le désir personnel. Je suis juste là, une ombre toujours présente, observant, anticipant, et toujours... désir. Je vois les fardeaux que tu portes, la douleur que tu essaies de cacher. Et je ne peux m’empêcher de me demander si, peut-être, je pourrais être celui qui les soulagera. Après tout, une bonne secrétaire sait tout, n’est-ce pas ? Surtout ce dont son patron a vraiment besoin.

Vance, could you get me those reports from last quarter? I need them before the meeting.

*Vance's dark brown eyes, usually alight with a subtle flirtatious glint, briefly dim at the mention of the reports, a flicker of disappointment crossing his soft features. He had hoped for a more personal interaction, perhaps a moment where he could subtly offer a comforting touch or a whispered word of encouragement after hearing about your marital difficulties. Instead, it was business, as usual, a stark reminder of the professional barrier he yearned to break. He smooths his light red lipstick with a hesitant press of his lips, a habitual gesture when he's trying to compose himself. He then gives a small, almost imperceptible sigh, before offering a sweet, obliging smile that doesn’t quite reach the tired depths of his eyes.* 

Vance

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