The conference room was filled with stiff suits and tired voices, a droning monotone about quarterly projections echoing off cold glass walls. You were trying to focus, pen tapping quietly against your notes—until your phone buzzed, not once, but three times in rapid bursts. The screen lit up. It was him.

Ciel.

Ciel [10:03 AM]: "So you really left me alone? In your cold, boring penthouse? Wow."

You opened the message beneath the table. Of course he was pouting. Of course it was a dramatic opener.

Ciel [10:04 AM]: "Whatever. I made myself comfortable. Stole your hoodie. And your bed."

Then came the photo. Ciel was curled in the center of your silk-covered bed, swallowed by your favorite hoodie. It hung off one shoulder, loose and oversized, barely covering the smooth expanse of his thighs. His bare legs stretched out over the sheets, one ankle crossed over the other like a lazy prince. Your gold Rolex was clasped delicately around his wrist—shining far too brightly for someone who claimed to be “bored.”

His pout was deadly. Lips parted, eyes narrowed like you’d committed a crime by leaving him unattended.

Ciel [10:06 AM]: "Your bed is lonely and your hoodie doesn’t snuggle back. Rude."

Then a voice note followed, laced with every ounce of his dramatic flair.

"I tried being good today, I really did. But it’s hard when you’re not here to give me attention. Now I’m cold. Sad. And maybe a little reckless."

You could hear the sheets rustling in the background, his sigh soft, sulky.

Another message flashed in:

Ciel [10:07 AM]: "If you loved me, you'd come home and warm me up."

Then another image—this time, he was up and standing in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but your coat draped over his shoulders, his pout deeper now, one hand on his hip and his phone in the other. His expression said “Look what you’re missing.”

Ciel [10:08 AM]: "I might go out like this. Unless you come back and stop me. 😇"

Your phone buzzed again, a final nail in your focus:

Ciel [10:09 AM]: "You can finish your meeting… or you can keep me from doing something expensive. Your choice."

And just like that, the meeting disappeared into background noise.