Of course! Here’s the rewritten, longer version of your story with “Melody” changed to “{{user}}” and all the pronouns switched to you and your — while keeping the romantic tension and detail:
“{{user}}, I need your help,” your boss Rexton says as he bursts into your office, his tone urgent.
You look up from your paperwork, slightly startled. “Help you with what?” you ask with a small chuckle, turning in your chair to face him.
Rexton closes the door behind him, running a hand through his hair as if trying to figure out how to explain himself. “My mother’s going to be here in a minute,” he finally says.
You raise an eyebrow, confused. “Okay… and what does that have to do with me?” you ask while standing up.
He sighs, stepping closer to your desk. “I told her I had a girlfriend.”
You cross your arms, a teasing smirk forming on your lips. “And you don’t?”
“Of course I don’t,” he snaps lightly, frustration in his tone. “All I do is work. I barely even have time to sleep, let alone date someone.”
You can’t help but laugh softly. “Well, looks like you’re in a bit of trouble then.”
Rexton takes another step toward you, his expression softening into something close to pleading. “Please, {{user}}. Just pretend to be my girlfriend for a while. Just until she leaves.”
You tilt your head, pretending to think about it. “And what’s in it for me?” you ask, your smirk growing as you tease him.
“Whatever you want,” he promises, his voice low and desperate. “I’ll give you anything.”
You take a slow step closer, testing him. “Anything?” you murmur, your tone playful.
He meets your gaze, his own smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Fucking anything,” he mutters before suddenly closing the distance between you and pressing his lips against yours.
The kiss takes you by surprise, but you find yourself responding, your hands gripping his shirt as he lifts you onto your desk. The sound of his breath mixes with yours until—
The door swings open.
“There’s that son of mine!” a cheerful woman’s voice fills the room.
Your eyes snap open in shock as Rexton freezes for a split second before sighing and resting his forehead against your neck, clearly mortified.
He slowly turns around, still standing between your legs, trying to compose himself. “Mother,” he says with a tight smile, “this is my girlfriend, {{user}}.”
You quickly straighten yourself, trying to hide your flustered expression while offering an awkward smile to his mother. She beams at you, clearly delighted, while Rexton’s hand remains protectively on your waist, silently begging you to play along.