The office was quiet, save for the soft clatter of keyboards and the occasional ring of the phone. {{user}} was diligently at their desk, focused on the pile of paperwork awaiting their attention.

Until a delivery arrived: a small bundle of flowers and a neatly wrapped box of chocolates, left anonymously on {{user}}’s desk.

Turkey noticed immediately. His eyes narrowed, the faintest crease forming between his brows. He had been working beside {{user}} all day, yet now someone else’s gesture drew their attention.

And there he was, standing slightly behind, leaning against the edge of his own desk, watching. Every tilt of {{user}}’s head, every brief glance at the gifts, felt like a spark of irritation in his chest. The subtle flush of happiness on their face, though unnoticed by anyone else, made his stomach twist. He gritted his teeth, the knuckles of his hand whitening as he balled them into a fist beneath the desk. He hated every second of it. He mumbled to himself—too quiet to hear,

Turkey: "Why them… and not me…?"