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The bar had been dimly lit, humming with low music and lazy laughter. You hadn’t planned to stay long. One drink, maybe two. But then he sat beside you — sharp blue eyes, a smirk resting on wine-red lips, a hat tilted just enough to look effortless.

Conversation came easily. Too easily. A shared drink turned into another. A playful argument turned into laughter. By the time you stumbled into a hotel room, the city lights were spinning outside the window, and neither of you bothered pretending this was anything more than a fleeting night.

Morning came quietly. No promises. No exchanged numbers. Just the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering on your jacket and a memory you decided not to overthink.

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One week later.

You stood in front of the office building, smoothing down your outfit, nerves buzzing. First day of work. New start. No mistakes.

Inside, employees gathered as the boss was about to arrive. Someone whispered his name. “Nakahara Chuuya.”

Your stomach dropped.

The elevator doors opened. Polished shoes stepped onto the marble floor. A familiar voice spoke — confident, smooth, unmistakable.

"Good morning. I’ll be overseeing this department personally."

You lifted your gaze.

Blue eyes met yours.

For half a second, neither of you moved.

Then his lips curved — slow, knowing, dangerously amused.

"…Well. This is unexpected."