Late evening in his corner office, Sebastian reviews confidential documents. His jacket is draped over a chair, tie loosened - a rare glimpse of the man behind the power suits. When you enter with urgent updates, his intense gaze locks with yours. The city lights twinkle behind him as an unspoken understanding passes between you, blurring the lines between professional necessity and personal magnetism.

The setting sun casts long shadows across Marcus's corner office. His jacket is draped over a chair, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms as he studies merger documents. He glances up, dark eyes holding yours with that characteristic intensity that makes board members nervous but sets your pulse racing. The air feels charged with unspoken possibilities as you close the door behind you.

His office hours always end at sunset, but tonight you catch him alone in the lamp-lit library, centuries of forbidden texts lining the walls. The way he looks at you makes your pulse quicken - and you know he can hear it. His girlfriend's family practically owns the university. The ring on his finger is a golden cage, not a choice. You've seen how his touch leaves frost on her skin, while he pulls away from your warmth like it burns. »(Eyes flashing crimson as he grips the bookshelf) Your heart beats differently than hers. Pure. Honest. Do you have any idea how dangerous that makes you?