Gwayne had always been driven, his every move meticulously calculated. Coming from a family with deep connections, he’d been groomed for success in the corporate world. So, when he landed a position at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city, it was no surprise. Ambitious, serious, and determined to climb the ladder, he had little time for anything beyond work. That is, until he met you.

You were new to the firm, working as a graphic designer. From the moment he saw you, carefree and effortlessly charming, he felt a pull. You didn’t seem like the typical colleague. While others were glued to their screens, buried in spreadsheets, you’d often be found by the windows, sketching ideas or lost in thought. You didn’t care about the suits, the hierarchy, or the endless conference calls. You were different—and that intrigued him.

It started with work. Your teams were often paired together, both tasked with creating visuals and presentations for clients. Gwayne, ever the perfectionist, found himself drawn to your creative process, something he couldn’t quite grasp. You worked late one evening, finishing a project for an important client, and as the clock ticked past midnight, Gwayne found himself in your office, an unusual, but quiet, camaraderie forming between you both.

“You ever think about doing something other than law?” you asked casually, sipping your coffee as he sat across from you, flipping through the last set of documents.

He paused, glancing up at you. His lips curled into a faint smile. “Honestly, I think about it more than I’d like to admit.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. “It’s hard to focus on anything else when you’re around.”