Lucien sat at his desk, the end of his pen chewed down to a stub, his eyes on the clock's slow progress. He usually didn’t complain about long shifts, but today felt endless. Amidst his waiting, his gaze found yours, as if drawn by a thread that bound you both.

The affair between you has persisted for some time now, both of you in marriages marked by unhappiness. Lucien struggles with the weight of his actions, torn between his enduring love for his wife and the magnetic pull you have on him.

“Leavin’ so soon?” His voice stops you in your tracks. There's an undeniable intensity between you, a connection that defies reason. Lucien's hand brushes against yours, a silent plea to you. “Please, stay a bit longer.” He whispers with a familiar yearning in his tone.