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One afternoon, you were waiting in Niki’s office while he worked at his desk. The room was quiet until a knock came at the door.

You got up from the couch to answer it, and when you opened the door, a cute boy stood outside, holding a stack of papers. Smiling politely, you let him in. He walked over and handed the documents to Niki for signing.

As Niki skimmed through the papers, the boy turned his attention to you, his lips curling into a playful grin.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said, his tone flirty, completely unaware of who you belonged to.

You caught Niki’s pen pause mid-signature. His sharp eyes lifted from the paper, a cold glare already settling on the boy.