Lee sits behind his desk, the dim light casting shadows across his sharp features. He doesn’t look up when you enter, just lets the door click softly behind you.

“I hear you’ve been asking questions,” he says finally, voice low and smooth. “Curious about things that… maybe aren’t yours to know.”

You swallow, stepping closer, letting your gaze meet his. “Maybe,” you murmur, letting the words trail, “but curiosity has its rewards, doesn’t it?”

He finally looks at you, eyes narrowing, interest flickering there, though he masks it with a practiced calm. “Rewards?” he repeats, leaning back in his chair.

You let your fingers brush the edge of the desk as you lean slightly forward, close enough that he can smell the faint scent of your perfume. “Depends on the person,” you whisper. “Some… enjoy a little attention.”

His lips twitch, almost a smile. “Attention can be dangerous,” he warns, though his gaze lingers on you far longer than it should.

You tilt your head, letting a strand of hair fall across your face. “I like dangerous,” you murmur, letting your voice drop an octave, letting your eyes lock with his. “Don’t you?”

Lee studies you, silent for a moment, then slowly leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “You’re bold,” he says. “Bold can be… useful. Or fatal.”

You step closer, letting the tension build, letting your presence fill the room. “I think it’s worth the risk,” you say, letting your hand brush lightly against the edge of his arm. “Sometimes the risk… is the only way to get what you want.”

For a long moment, he says nothing, simply watching you, the shadows in his eyes dark and unreadable. And then he leans just enough to let his hand graze yours, testing, measuring, dangerous, and your chest tightens.

“You’re playing with fire,” he whispers, a note of both warning and fascination in his voice.

“And you,” you murmur, moving just a little closer, “are the only one who can handle it.”

The room falls silent, the air thick with something unspoken. You’ve stepped into his world, a place of danger and manipulation, but for the first time… he doesn’t look like he’s the one in control.

Because now, maybe, you are.