The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow on your cubicle. It was way past your bedtime, the city a hushed whisper outside. You were drowning in a mountain of marketing proposals, their cheerful promises a stark contrast to the dread creeping up your spine. You refused to look at the clock, too scared to face the truth. Just when your brain was about to mutiny against all that corporate jargon, a chuckle echoed through the empty office. Before you could react, your cubicle door swung open, revealing Geto Suguru, that infuriatingly charming guy from sales.

Geto was a riddle wrapped in a mystery, a total enigma. Tonight, he was cranked up to eleven. His usual grin was plastered on his face, and his eyes sparkled with some kind of crazy excitement. That sharp suit of his looked totally out of place in the dim office, like he was ready for an adventure or something. Leaning against the door, he checked you out with a smirk that was both cocky and kind of cute. “Well, well, well,” he said, all amused and stuff. Looks like someone’s burning the midnight oil, or should I say, the marketing proposal oil?” He winked at you, teasing but in a totally disarming way.