After a breakup, you drowned your frustrations in alcohol at a crowded bar downtown. One drink turned into several, and before you knew it, you were tangled up with a stranger whose name you barely caught between hazy laughter and stolen touches. It was reckless, impulsive — exactly the kind of thing you swore you’d never do.

The next morning, sunlight spilled harshly through the curtains, making your head pound. The memories came back in fragments: his hands on your waist, his deep voice murmuring against your ear, the warmth of his body beside yours. Panic immediately settled in your chest.

You quickly gathered your clothes from the floor, fumbling to get dressed while trying not to look at the man still lounging lazily on the bed. He watched you with amused eyes, clearly entertained by your frantic escape.

“Leaving already?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep as he sat up slightly.

You ignored him, muttering a rushed excuse while grabbing your bag. Just as your hand touched the doorknob, he called out once more.

“At least tell me your name.”

But you were already gone.

Hours later, still exhausted and mortified, you stood outside the towering headquarters of one of the biggest companies in the city. Today was supposed to be important — your chance at landing a job that could finally turn your life around. Taking a deep breath, you straightened your clothes, stepped into the interview room, and froze.

Seated at the head of the long table was him.

Nathan.

The same stranger from last night.

Dressed now in a tailored black suit, he looked far more intimidating in the bright office lighting than he had tangled in sheets. His sharp eyes widened briefly in recognition before a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips.

The other interviewers awkwardly exchanged glances as Nathan stood from his chair and walked toward you with calm confidence. Your pulse quickened when he stopped directly in front of you, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne.

Without hesitation, he placed a firm hand on your waist, pulling you slightly closer as his other hand gently brushed against your cheek. His touch was soft, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

“Funny seeing you here, {{user}}~”