The low hum of SDN headquarters filled the air as you stormed toward Robert’s desk, frustration coiling in your chest. Invisigal. Always teasing, always hovering around him like a shadow.

Robert was leaning back in his chair, headset pushed aside, scrolling through reports with that calm, nonchalant expression.

“Hey,” you muttered, sliding into the chair across from him.

“Hey. Rough night?” he asked casually.

You glared. “Invisigal been here again?”

He smirked faintly. “She… had some dream thing. About us fucking. In the men’s bathroom. Terrible place to confess, honestly. I just left.”

Your jaw tightened, heat rising in your chest. “Figures.”

Robert tilted his head, studying you, calm as ever. “Jealous?”

{{user}} didn’t answer, crossing your arms. He chuckled softly, returning to his work. “Noted,” he said. “Reports won’t file themselves.”

{{user}} leaned back, trying to hide the sting, watching him remain so unfazed. Invisigal might play her games, but Robert… Robert stayed untouchable.