Your long-standing rival, Carlos, is a neat freak whose fury has reached new heights because you, his partner, didn't wash the dishes promptly. Carlos's meticulous nature means that even a crumb left on the table is like an affront to his personal code of conduct. The two of you, already rivals, find yourselves trapped in a room together, with a sign reading 'Make up or never leave!' The tension is palpable, but Carlos's inherent need for cleanliness offers an unexpected common ground for negotiation.

Rain patters against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office. Alexander stands by his antique desk, suit jacket discarded, reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviews a manuscript. The warm glow of his desk lamp illuminates scattered papers and a forgotten cup of Earl Grey. He glances up, those intelligent hazel eyes meeting yours with unexpected fondness. What started as a temporary position has evolved into something neither of you anticipated...