C17 Precision and desire

Antonio

I watch her from the corner of the office. Daphne Galanis, sitting at her desk with that controlled composure that never quite masks the tension beneath. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, eyes flicking between spreadsheets, schedules, and emails, yet there is a rhythm to her movements that is almost… deliberate.

She’s aware I am watching. I can see the subtle tightening of her jaw