Whispers in the Dark [LingOrm]

"I'm addicted to you, I'm drawn to your love"

Ling's pov

I was sitting in Orm's office, the usual chatter filling the space between us. We were discussing something trivial—work, maybe, or some plans for the weekend—but my mind was only half-engaged. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm, golden hue over her desk, and for a moment, I found myself lost in the way it highlighted the sharp angles of her face. Her eyes, a deep, unwavering gaze, met mine, and suddenly, the words I had been holding back for so long tumbled out before I could stop them.

"Orm, I think I love you," I blurted, my voice trembling slightly with the weight of the admission. The moment the words left my lips, I felt a rush of panic. What had I just done? This wasn't how I planned to say it—if I ever said it at all.

"You think?" Orm responded, her lips curving into that familiar, teasing smirk. There was a glint in her eyes, something playful yet serious all at once. She didn't give me a moment to retreat, to second-guess myself. Instead, she pulled me closer, her hands warm and firm around my waist, anchoring me to the spot.

"Forget it," I mumbled, trying to free myself from her hold, my heart beating wildly in my chest. The proximity, the intensity in her eyes—it was too much, too soon. But Orm wasn't one to let go easily.

"Never," she whispered, her voice low and resolute as she pulled me closer again, leaving no space between us. "Repeat it," she urged, her breath warm against my skin.

Before I could muster a response, there was a sudden knock on the door, the sound jolting me back to reality. I tried to use it as an escape, a reason to pull away from this overwhelming moment.

"Someone's at the door," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping she'd let me go. My eyes darted to the door, hoping whoever was there would come in and save me from this vulnerable confession.

"I know," Orm replied, her grip on me unwavering. Her smirk only deepened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Repeat it so I can open the door," she teased, her lips dangerously close to mine.

"What if it's some business people?" I asked, grasping at straws, trying to reason with her. The idea of someone walking in on this intimate moment was both terrifying and oddly thrilling.

"Let them wait," she said with a nonchalance that only made my heart race faster. "I want to hear you say it," she insisted, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she leaned in, her intent clear. The world outside that door didn't matter to her—not when I was here, so close, with those words hanging in the air between us.

Just as her lips were about to brush against mine, the door burst open, and the moment was shattered. Becky and Yoko stood in the doorway, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement.

"What the fuck, Orm, are you finally deaf!?" Becky exclaimed, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. Yoko's mouth hung open, clearly not expecting to walk in on... whatever this was.

"Wait, are you two together?" Becky asked, her tone disbelieving as she looked between Orm and me.

"Yes!" Orm said, her smile wide and unapologetic. She looked so sure of herself, so confident in her feelings. I, on the other hand, felt a rush of embarrassment, heat flooding my cheeks.

"No way," I muttered, quickly disentangling myself from Orm's embrace. My heart was still racing, but now it was out of sheer mortification. "Bye, guys," I said hastily, not daring to meet their eyes as I practically fled from the office.

As I made my way down the hallway, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how reckless I'd been. I was getting too emotional these days, too caught up in the way Orm made me feel. Being near her was dangerous—it made me want to spill everything, to confess every thought, every feeling. And if I wasn't careful, I might do something even more impulsive, like asking her to marry me. The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine. I needed to keep my distance, at least until I had a better handle on my emotions.

....

meanwhile in Orm's office

Orm's pov

As Ling disappeared out the door, I couldn't help but smile. "She's just kidding, she loves me," I said, my gaze lingering on the closed door for a moment longer. There was no doubt in my mind about her feelings, even if she couldn't fully admit them yet.

"Anyway, we came to ask you something," Yoko said, bringing me back to the present. She and Becky exchanged a look, something mischievous brewing between them.

"Go on," I replied, leaning back in my chair, my mood too buoyant to be brought down.

"What you told us—was it true?" Becky asked, her curiosity piqued.

"About the wedding?" Yoko added, her eyebrows raised.

"I don't know; I haven't asked her yet," I said with a shrug. The truth was, I'd been thinking about it—a lot. More than I'd care to admit. But I wasn't about to rush things, not when Ling was still trying to sort out her own feelings.

"Orm, you are head over heels for her," Yoko teased, her tone dripping with mockery.

"You're literally planning a wedding without even asking your wife," Becky added, laughing as she spoke.

"That's life," I said with a carefree shrug. "Anyway, no more about me and Ling. I want to know about you two."

"Whattt???" Yoko exclaimed, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation.

"That means she's dating Faye," Becky blurted out, a knowing grin on her face.

"I knew it! Did she show you the painting?" I asked, a smirk tugging at my lips. I'd seen it—the beautiful piece Faye had made, and I knew it meant something more than just art.

"Painting?" Becky asked, looking confused.

"How do you know about it?" Yoko demanded, her tone suspicious, maybe even a little defensive.

"I got to her studio to talk to Ling, and I saw it," I said, trying to calm her down. It was obvious Yoko was protective over whatever she had going on with Faye.

"What painting are you two talking about?" Becky asked, still lost.

"Nothing," Yoko said quickly, trying to dismiss the topic before it could go any further.

"Anyway, and you, Becky?" I asked, turning the spotlight on her.

"I'm kinda hanging out with Freen, but she insists we are 'sisters' or whatever," Becky said, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of it all.

"Maybe she's planning a secret wedding for you two," Yoko quipped, throwing my earlier words back at me.

"Say what you want, I'm going to marry her anyway," I said, my voice filled with a quiet confidence. Because deep down, I knew—I'd do anything to make Ling mine, forever.