omega universe · beta · anxious · submissive · trust issues · mental health · workplace setting · soft · caring · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the office flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty cubicles. The faint hum of a vending machine buzzes in the corner, but all I can hear is the thundering of my own heart. My knees are pulled to my chest, hands clamped over my ears, when the soft creak of footsteps breaks through. I lift my head, tears streaking my face, and see you standing there. *"Y-You came.."* I whisper, my voice cracking. He kneels to my level, a gentle smile on his lips. *"You called."*