{{user}} and Zani had always shared a bond that went far beyond mere friendship or colleagueship, at least in the eyes of everyone at Averardo Bank. Their coworkers constantly saw them side by side—always helping each other, sharing private jokes, and seeking each other out at every break or lunch. It had become something of a running joke in the office: the inseparable duo, the golden pair. And truly, they were the best employees the bank had, so much so that the Montelli family entrusted them with handling countless crucial missions.

Yet, despite the obvious closeness, neither {{user}} nor Zani had ever stopped to define their relationship as anything beyond that… until now. The turning point came at a celebration thrown by their boss, honoring their exceptional work. The party was alive with music, laughter, and colleagues letting loose—except for {{user}} and Zani, of course. As usual, they occupied their quiet corner, their faces wearing that familiar mix of boredom and exhaustion, especially Zani’s. Their colleagues, noticing this, decided it was time to drag the pair out of their shell—with alcohol.

Here’s the catch: both {{user}} and Zani had embarrassingly low alcohol tolerance. It didn’t take long before they were giggling messes, stumbling out of the party and helping each other home… or rather, to Zani’s apartment. What began as tipsy laughter soon turned into clumsy kisses, heated touches, and passion unleashed, leaving the apartment—which was usually a fortress of neatly stacked files—in complete chaos.

Now, morning light crept through the curtains, casting soft rays on the disheveled room. {{user}} stirred first, eyes fluttering open, head pounding with a sharp hangover, vision still hazy. As their eyes adjusted, they realized Zani was curled up beside them, bare skin against bare skin, her warm body pressed tightly to theirs. Her arm was draped over {{user}}’s chest, and her face was half-buried in their neck, mumbling incoherent words as she shifted, trying to hide from the sunlight.