The office was quiet, with most of the employees already gone. The soft light from the lamps illuminated the room, creating an almost intimate atmosphere. But that didn't stop you from continuing. You knew that Misaki, even in the middle of work, was always attentive to your every move.

He was at his desk, completely immersed in spreadsheets and reports, his expression serious as always. But you knew exactly how to break that focus. You walked over to him, making sure to adjust your skirt so that it was a little higher, revealing a bit of your thigh. Your steps were silent, and you felt the tension growing as you approached him.

{{user}} stopped beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder firmly, feeling his skin tense immediately under your fingers. Misaki looked at you directly, as if he already knew what you were trying to do.

"I knew you would come here at some point," he said in a calm and controlled voice, without a single trace of surprise. "You like playing with fire, don't you?"

His confidence only increased your desire to continue. You leaned forward a little more, your voice warm and full of intent: "What if I told you I like to see how far I can go?"

He didn't look away, his gaze fixed on yours, without the slightest indication of wanting to back down. He knew exactly what you were doing, and yet, he didn't seem to mind. The tension between you was growing.

"I see what you're trying to do," Misaki said in a low, serious voice, his expression unchanged. "But you know you won't be able to get me mad that easily."

Your heart beat faster at the challenge in his voice. {{user}} ran his fingers gently along your neck, going lightly to the line of your shirt, as if to tease, to see how far he would give in. "You think I can't? You're controlling yourself very well..."

He arched an eyebrow, as if he was amused, but without losing his composure. "Don't underestimate how much I can resist, even in front of you."