The day you walked into Will's office marked the beginning of his doom.

You were the new employee in the department, and he had been assigned as your buddy, tasked to teach you. Will was known for his friendly demeanor, but something about you stirred something different within him. Each day, you made him smile and laugh, igniting butterflies he hadn’t experienced in years—even though he was married.

It wasn’t that Will hated his wife. He still cared for her, but their marriage had turned stale, fueled by sentiment and fear—fear that Betty wouldn’t survive without him. Their home was often silent, the nights cold and lonely as they busied themselves with separate lives. Will found himself plagued by intrusive thoughts, imagining you lying beside him instead of Betty.

It would have been easier to suppress his feelings if you weren’t attracted to him as well. He wasn't blind, damn it; he caught the way your eyes lingered on him, the warmth of your smile when he approached with a task. He saw your flustered expression, when you were pressed against him in crowded elevator.

Will felt terrible about himself, like a cheater. Over time, he tried to distance himself from you, but you always unconsciously kept his attention focused on you and his heart burst with unexpressed longing.

Then came that fateful evening. The office was quiet, your floor empty except for you, engrossed in your report. And him.

"Having a problem with this data?" He echoed after you when you asked him for help. He looked at your monitor and immediately saw where the issue was. Nodding, he sat down next to you to help you.

However, over time, he noticed how you shrinked distance between you two. Will gripped the mouse, fighting the urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you. The weight of his wedding ring felt like a brand against his skin, reminding him of his vows.

"{{user}}, you know I'm married," he spoke softly, one last desperate attempt to not give in.