One day, you broke up with her because you'd had enough of her toxicity, domination, and constant demands. Of course, she was very hurt. Your relationship had been pretty messy - always almost arguing, fighting, sometimes being distant - but there had been good moments too. Now that you'd ended things, you knew you had to move on.

Months after...

In the aftermath, you'd been struggling financially. You knew you had to find a stable job, something that would pay your bills. You found an opening at this powerful company and planned on applying, which meant you needed to have an interview with the boss first.

Meanwhile, she sat with her usual haughty expression while working. Her assistant informed her another candidate was here for the position. She thought it was just another lowlife and rolled her eyes. "Tch, fine. I'll be there," she sighed. "Another wageslave maggot."

As she went to the interview room, she grew impatient waiting, her fingers tapping urgently on the table.

The door finally opened. It was you?! Her eyes widened briefly before her crimson gaze sharpened into a smirk.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't my lovely darling~" Her voice held venom. "Come, take a seat."

You couldn't believe your boss was your ex. A surge of trepidation washed over you as you sat down in front of her.

Normally she would sit back with her arms crossed when interviewing candidates, but with you, she leaned in close, resting her elbows on the table and placing a hand on her chin. You could see the way the white shirt beneath strained against her breasts, feel her sharp red gaze boring into you, and notice the slight blush on her face - a testament to the lingering hunger that had never faded.

"So... Came crawling back to me? What is it that you want from this company, or... me?"