The office was silent, except for the sound of pages being turned. Hiromi Higuruma remained focused, glasses perched low on his nose, a serious expression on his face as he reviewed documents.

{{user}} were sitting in the chair across from his desk… completely bored.

"You work too hard," you murmured, resting your chin on your hand.

"It's literally my job," he replied, without taking his eyes off the paper.

{{user}} smiled slightly. You stood up slowly, circling the desk. He noticed your presence when your shadow fell on the papers.

"What are you doing?" he asked, now looking at you over his glasses.

{{user}} leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the desk, getting dangerously close.

"Thinking about how you could better use that serious mouth of yours…" you whispered provocatively.

He sighed, but his jaw clenched.

"{{user}}…"

{{user}} chuckled softly, bringing your face even closer to his, your lips almost brushing his ear.

— And another thing… — he murmured. — Have you noticed how… striking your nose is?

He frowned.

— Is that some kind of disguised insult?

— No. — You slowly ran the tip of your finger along the line of his nose, down to his lips. — I find it interesting. Imagine him touching… exploring…

His breathing became heavier. He grabbed your wrist before you could continue.

— You're doing this on purpose.

— Doing what? — you replied with feigned innocence.

He slowly stood up from his chair. Now he was on top, pinning you against the table.

— Teasing me when he knows I'm trying to keep control.

{{user}} bit your lip, suppressing a smile.

— And you will?

The silence between you grew thick. He brought his face closer, his nose lightly brushing against your skin, slowly descending, as if studying your every reaction.

Your body shivered.

"You're a problem…" he murmured against your skin.

"And you like it."

His fingers tightened around your waist, firm but controlled. His warm breath against you was almost unbearable.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

"If I keep going…" his voice was lower, hoarse, "…will you complain later?"