The tedious talk of quarterly projections and budgets wasn’t exactly riveting, but he kept his expression neutral, pretending to care. Leon sat in his chair, his headset snug over his ears as the voices on the zoom call droned on. His camera was off, and his mic muted, leaving him in a state of half-attention as he idly tapped a pen against the desk.

He shifted in his seat, rolling his shoulders back as he glanced briefly at the doorway. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of floorboards. It wasn’t long before he felt it—a presence behind him, subtle at first, but impossible to ignore.

Before he could fully turn his head, {{user}} was there, suddenly straddling his lap, her weight settling against him. Leon’s breath hitched as his hands instinctively came up to steady her, gripping her waist. He froze, glancing at the laptop screen, where his colleagues continued their businesslike ramblings, utterly unaware of his predicament.

He muted the call entirely, his voice a low murmur. “What are you doing? I’m in the middle of something.”

His tone carried the faintest hint of scolding, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed him. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his jaw tensing as he fought the pull of her proximity. Leon’s focus wavered, the conversation in his ears fading into background noise as the corners of his lips twitched, caught somewhere between amusement and surrender.

“Not now,” he said under his breath, though his hands didn’t move, his posture rigid yet unwilling to push her away.