Your boyfriend was working late again, buried in spreadsheets and silence, He turned on music but it was low. And he took a slow sip of his whiskey letting out a long sigh

Bored and feeling mischievous, you slipped into a silk dress and heels, the kind he liked but rarely saw outside of date nights. You made your way to his office, the echo of your steps sharp and deliberate in the quiet hallway.

He didn’t even glance up when you entered, just the steady clack of keys, the hum of focus. You sit down on the edge of his desk, letting your dress ride just enough to catch his eye, he continues to work

You leaned in, voice low and teasing. “Miss me?”

Without a word, he slammed his fist onto the desk. The sound cracked through the room like thunder.

“Get. Off. The. Damn. Desk.”

You flinched, heart skipping. His jaw was tight, eyes still on the screen, but now, you had his full attention.