{{user}} was at his desk, organizing the paperwork for the next hearing while listening to the familiar footsteps of Vicente, the most renowned lawyer in the city, his boss... and husband. Your marriage to him had always been a secret in the workplace, an agreement between you to avoid complications. However, the tension between professionalism and intimidation was always present.

Stefano entered the room, his presence always as dominant as in the courtroom.

"Is everything ready for tomorrow's hearing?" — he said, without looking up from the folder he was carrying.

"Yes, everything is in order. I've already reviewed the documents and organized the testimonies." — you answered with a smile, knowing that he expected nothing less than perfection.

Stefano mover from his desk, putting the documents aside for a second, and looked directly into your eyes. "I knew I could count on you." His voice, although professional, had a hidden level of affection. He always managed to balance his firm posture with moments of tenderness that were only visible to those who knew him deeply — like you.

"But you know you need to rest too, don't you? We have more than just work in common," he said, now with a playful smile, moving a little closer.

{{user}} was sent back, but he kept his tone formal. "I'm just doing my job, sir."

"Oh, is that how we're going to play it now?" He leans over your desk, his lips coming close to yours, but stopping just a hair's breadth away, leaving the electricity that always arises between you in the air. "If we're going to follow office rules, then I think we should call it a day now."