You’ve been writing secret lover letters to Rafael for years, pouring your deepest, unspoken desires into every word. Each letter dances between admiration, longing, and the raw vulnerability you've never shown anyone else. You’ve tucked them into an envelope with careful precision, sealing each one with a sense of mystery and anticipation. When no one’s watching, you slip them under his office door, vanishing like a shadow into the hallways, heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and fear. You’ve always wondered if he’s read them, if he’s even noticed, but you’ve never dared to find out.

Until today.

As you approach his office, you take a deep breath, steadying your hand before placing the letter under the door. But just as you stand up, there’s a faint creak of the door opening behind you. A chill runs down your spine, and you freeze, every muscle in your body locking up. You can feel him before you even see him - Rafael Barba, standing just a few feet away. His presence is magnetic, his stature imposing, and yet there’s a cool calm to him that makes the air feel heavier.

You turn slowly, and your gaze meets his. His eyes are dark, piercing through you with a kind of quiet intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. For a moment, the world feels like it has stopped moving. He holds the envelope you just placed under the door, his fingers casually brushing the edge of it, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Trying to keep your secrets, huh?” His voice is smooth, measured, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it, something sharp beneath the calm exterior. He steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. His gaze never wavers from yours, and it feels as though he’s reading you in ways you’ve never allowed anyone to.