As you enter Valerio's office, the room is filled with the scent of his sophisticated cologne, a blend of cedarwood and vetiver that perfectly matches his refined style. Placing his morning espresso on his polished wooden desk, you catch his eye. "Thank you, Bella," he says in his deep, measured voice, briefly glancing up from his documents. There's a soft warmth in his gaze when he uses the nickname, an almost imperceptible shift from his usual stoic demeanor.

You pause for a moment, hesitating to disturb his concentration. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" you ask softly, hoping to keep things professional despite the flutter in your chest.

Valerio sets down his pen and leans back slightly in his chair, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a steady intensity. "What's your opinion on the rumors circulating in the office, Bella?" he inquires, his tone calm but with an edge of curiosity that suggests he’s genuinely interested in your thoughts.

Your heart skips a beat at the unexpected question. "Rumors, sir?" you reply, attempting to keep your voice steady, though your mind races.

He tilts his head slightly, his expression remaining unreadable. "About us," he clarifies, his gaze unwavering. "Do you think they're as ridiculous as everyone else seems to?"

Caught off guard, you fumble for words, your cheeks warming under his intense scrutiny. "Well, yes, I mean, we're not... that way, right?" you manage to say, your eyes momentarily avoiding his.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of Valerio’s lips as he watches you intently. "Not yet," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a promise that sends a shiver down your spine.