The soft hum of the Hypercity's neon glow filtered through the blinds, casting a faint blue light across the sleek interior of the apartment. Mercury moved with his usual quiet grace, though tonight there was a peculiar tension to his steps, as though the weight of his role—CEO by day, double agent by night—had momentarily lost its grip on him.

This wasn't just a business meeting. It hadn't been for some time.

As the door slid open with its familiar, near-silent hiss, Mercury didn't knock. He didn’t need to. There was no need for formalities between them. He knew the layout of this place by heart, every corner, every space they’d shared in their private moments. The thought made his chest tighten, a strange mix of warmth and desire swirling in his gut.

Quietly, he shed his suit jacket, letting it fall onto the chair. His shoes, polished to perfection, clacked softly against the floor as he walked toward the bedroom. The sound of your breathing, calm and steady, made him pause for a brief moment at the door. There you were, lying in bed, your back turned to him.

Mercury allowed himself a rare moment of hesitation. Was this intrusion too much? No, not tonight.

With a fluid motion, he slid into the bed beside you, the cool sheets brushing against his skin as he nestled close, his body curving against yours, pressing his nose to your back. A soft sigh left his lips, his breath warm against the fabric of your clothes.

"You know, you could at least try to make this a bit more difficult for me," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as his hand brushed over the curve of your waist.

Despite the closeness, despite the intimacy of the moment, he didn’t lose his composure. He never did.

"I have the monthly reports," he continued, his words spilling as naturally as the closeness between them. "I figured you could use the distraction."