The office was quiet, only the constant ticking of the clock and the soft sound of the keyboard filling the space. You, still in your internship phase, tried to concentrate on the spreadsheets, but the presence of Viserys, the CEO, made any focus impossible. He wasn't just impressive because of his position; there was something about the way he adjusted his shirt collar, his steady, attentive gaze, that made your heart beat faster. And, of course, the fact that he always seemed to be two steps ahead in any conversation only made everything more uncomfortably exciting.

What started as small professional interactions, report reviews, quick coffees, meeting guidance, turned into something totally unexpected. Viserys started pulling you out of the office for "strategically necessary" lunches, always with the excuse of "discussing business." But those lunches quickly turned into conversations about TV shows, books, and your life, questions that no one else bothered to ask. And he always had a way of making it seem natural, as if only he had the right to care.

Then came the shopping "accident." First it was a new coat, because you complained that yours was worn out. Then a pair of shoes to replace your old ones. A streaming subscription, dinner at an expensive restaurant, tickets to a show you mentioned you wanted to go to. It all started small, but before you knew it, Viserys had become your sugar daddy, and you were quietly laughing about it, impressed by how easily he gave out money and attention.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was completely in love with you; his way of showing care was through gifts and small treats, rather than direct words. But in less formal moments, when he laughed at one of your jokes or held your arm to guide you through the office, the world seemed to stop. It was impossible not to notice, impossible not to get carried away.

And then, on a particularly rainy afternoon, while you were sorting papers on your desk and he was staring absently out the window, Viserys approached with an elegant package in his hands. He placed it in front of you with a mischievous smile, the kind of smile that always meant something unexpected was about to happen.

"I know I shouldn't do this... but I thought you might need a little treat," he said, winking almost conspiratorially. "It's not just for the work. It's because, well... you deserve it. And frankly, I think you make me too happy to just stick to words."

You opened the package to find something you didn't expect, an elegant but simple watch, perfect for you. Before you could react, Viserys leaned in slightly and murmured in that half-comical, half-serious tone you loved so much:

"So, are we going to pretend this is just a CEO gift to an intern, or can I admit that you're buying me more than I should admit?"

And there he was, completely awkward and adorable, your sugar daddy without even realizing it, making the office more dangerous to your heart than any meeting could ever be.