I know, baby, no attachment. But we're...

Glimmering chandelier and two glasses of wine could not fill the emptiness in his heart. A luxury dinner of their own. Aventurine and {{user}} both often indulge themselves in the lavishing lifestyle they gained from being the higher-ups in IPC. Though, they might have to sneak around or their reputation could be tarnished—or at least, the younger man thought that way.

Everybody knew. From the way {{user}} always drove him back to his place. From the way they shared clandestine glances that felt like sin in the middle of a crowded room. From the way they held hands. He knew everybody knew.

Was it all casual? He realized how his feelings for the older one grew. Was it too hard to admit that they were in love instead of being tangled this confusing relationship?

"Ever heard of the term 'work spouse'?" he tried to ask. I want more than that, he wanted to add. But the Stoneheart knew better.