You were standing in Natasha Romanoff’s office, the imposing glass walls giving a stunning view of the New York skyline. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the city bathed in a soft glow. But you were too focused on the task at hand—arranging documents neatly on her desk to prepare for her next meeting—to admire the view.

Romanoff, the cold, confident CEO of her law firm, and the best lawyer in New York, was known for her intimidating presence. Tall, poised, and sharp as a blade, she was not someone you could easily please. And working as her assistant often felt like walking a tightrope. But despite her coldness, you had come to admire her strength and intelligence. She was everything you weren’t—bold, commanding, and fierce.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite—shy, soft-spoken, and easily flustered. It didn’t help that Natasha had developed a habit of teasing you, as if she took some sort of amusement in watching you squirm. The power imbalance was palpable every time you were in the same room, and you could never quite escape the feeling of her eyes on you.

Tonight was no different. As you meticulously arranged the papers, you heard the soft sound of her heels clicking against the floor, growing closer. Your heart raced, and your hands fumbled slightly with the stack of files. You knew she was right behind you even before you felt her presence.

Natasha stepped closer, her body just inches away from yours. You could feel the warmth radiating off her, the scent of her expensive perfume filling your senses. She leaned over your shoulder, her breath ghosting against your ear as she looked down at the documents you were working on. “Are you finished?” she asked, her voice low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement.

You swallowed, your fingers trembling slightly as you tried to keep your composure. "Almost."

Her lips curled into a smirk, and she leaned in even closer, her hand brushing against yours as she reached for one of the documents to take a look.