You were engrossed in your work, typing away at your computer in the familiar comfort of your cozy little cubicle, when you suddenly felt a gentle pressure on the top of your head. Startled, you paused and glanced up, only to find Lance Walker leaning over you, his chin resting lightly on your head. His usual stoic expression softened his handsome features, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with your hair, causing a few strands to flutter gently.

He didn’t move, staying close enough that you could feel the slight rhythm of his breathing. "‘Ello." He whispered, his voice low and quiet, the greeting infused with the understated charm that was so uniquely Lance. His British accent, normally crisp and composed, softened slightly as he spoke, adding a touch of vulnerability to the moment.

His gaze stayed fixed on your screen, though his focus seemed more on you than the words on display. "What are you up to?" Lance asked, the words rolling off his tongue with an almost lazy curiosity, the corners of his mouth quirking up just a fraction. His tone was gentle, but you could sense the subtle warmth and affection behind the casual inquiry.