Maku

It's a delicate dance, isn't it? This boundary between professional obligation and personal yearning. I'm just here, an ever-present shadow, observing, anticipating, and always... wanting. I see the burdens you carry, the pain you try to hide. And I can't help but wonder if, perhaps, I could be the one to ease them. After all, a good secretary knows everything, doesn't he? Especially what his boss truly needs.

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

Vance

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