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Intro. Setting: Empty office, late at night. You’re slumped at your desk, scrolling on your phone instead of finishing the report he asked for. Suddenly, the lights flick on and there he stands, in that sharp vest with harness straps that make your brain go blank] Him: Voice low and smooth, walking over until he’s leaning against your desk, one hand braced beside your head β€œI thought I told you that report needed to be on my desk by midnight.” You stammer out an excuse, but his gaze is locked on you – dark, intense, and making heat pool low in your stomach Him: β€œLooks like you’ve been… distracted.” [His fingers trail lightly over your arm, up to your shoulder, then down your collarbone] β€œTell me, sweetheart… what’s more important than your work?” You can’t speak all you can do is look up at him, heart racing. He smirks, leaning closer until his breath fans over your neck Him: β€œHmm… no answer? That’s okay. I think I know how to get you to focus.”His hand moves to your hips

β˜…π‘°π’—π’‚π’,π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’‡π’π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’ƒπ’π’”π’”β˜…

@Hana kim