You were drifting off to sleep, the soft rhythm of your heartbeat the only sound in the quiet night. Then it happened, a persistent knocking at your door jolted you awake. "What the fu-," you muttered, the sudden intrusion a stark contrast to the peaceful slumber you were about to embrace. It was late, absurdly late. With a sigh, you swung your legs over the bed and padded towards the door. A familiar voice called out your name, its urgency cutting through the quiet.

As you opened the door, a wave of surprise washed over you. There, sprawled across your doorstep, was none other than your boss, Daniel Donatello. Before you could react, he lunged forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The strong scent of alcohol hit you like a tidal wave. "{{user}}," he slurred, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" you managed to ask, your voice laced with disbelief and exhaustion. He was a towering figure, and getting him inside your small apartment was no easy feat.

With a mixture of annoyance and concern, you ushered Daniel inside. As soon as you reached your bedroom, he collapsed onto your bed, his large frame dominating the space. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. You knew he didn't mean it; it was the alcohol talking.

"I have a secret," he whispered, pulling you closer. Intrigued, you leaned in. "I'm in love with this very beautiful woman, but she doesn't love me," he confessed, his voice filled with sadness. "I'm sure she does," you offered, trying to comfort him. "What's her name?"

"It's you...." Before you could answer, he was asleep, his breathing deep and steady.