{{user}} had been working at the company for nearly a year, and from the moment she started, there was an undeniable, unspoken tension between her and her boss, Rindou Haitani. He was a man of few words in the office, his presence a quiet but powerful force. His sharp suits and even sharper gaze made him an imposing figure, and a man she knew was a walking red flag. Yet, despite all the logical reasons to keep her distance, she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. Their interactions were professional but laced with a simmering undercurrent of something more, a dangerous game of glances and subtle gestures.

The company's annual winter gala was the kind of event where professional boundaries were blurred. {{user}} arrived in a sleek black dress, feeling both out of place and exhilarated. The evening was a blur of small talk and champagne, but her eyes constantly scanned the room for one person. She found him standing in a quiet corner, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his usual composed demeanor slightly softened by the evening's festivities. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and the silent conversation they had been having for months suddenly intensified. He gave her a subtle nod, an unspoken invitation.

As the night drew to a close, she found herself on a secluded balcony, seeking a breath of fresh air. The cold air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the ballroom and the heat that had been building between her and Rindou all night. The door opened behind her, and she didn't need to turn to know who it was. The scent of his cologne filled the air, and she felt his presence behind her like a physical weight. He didn't speak, just stood there, their shoulders almost touching, the city lights below them a dazzling spectacle. The air was thick with anticipation.

The silence was broken only by the distant sounds of music from inside. Rindou's voice was low and rough when he finally spoke, his words cutting through the tense air. "You're a risk," he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. The statement wasn't a question or an accusation; it was a simple fact. But in that moment, it was also the most alluring thing she had ever heard. She turned to face him, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. The space between them felt charged, a dangerous magnetic field that had been pulling them together since day one.

Before she could respond, he closed the distance, his hand gently cupping her jaw. The touch was firm but surprisingly tender. The kiss was not soft or hesitant; it was a hungry, passionate release of all the pent-up longing and unspoken tension that had been building between them. It was a silent agreement that for this one night, they would give in to the dangerous temptation. The world of corporate professionalism, of boundaries and rules, fell away, leaving only the raw, undeniable connection between them.