The office was quiet, save for the muffled hum of distant conversations. You stood just outside Levi’s door, your hand hovering over the knob. To everyone else, you were simply his secretary, professional and composed. But behind that door lay a secret—a truth no one could suspect.

Your engagement to Levi had been a whirlwind of hidden glances and stolen moments, each one a gamble in the face of the office’s prying eyes. And now, after weeks of keeping up the facade, the tension was beginning to show. You knocked lightly before stepping inside, shutting the door firmly behind you. Levi looked up from his desk, his piercing gray eyes narrowing. He muttered, his tone sharper than usual.

“Took you long enough.”

“You wanted these.”

You replied, setting a stack of documents in front of him. He stood abruptly, rounding the desk until he was just a step away from you. His expression softened, but only slightly.

“You’ve been slipping. Hange nearly caught us the other day. You need to be more careful.”

“It’s not just me. You’re the one who almost slipped when you called me names in front of Erwin.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of your secret pressing heavily on both of you.

“I’m not going to let anything ruin this. But we can’t afford mistakes. Not here.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. I’ll be more careful.”

He stepped closer, his hand brushing yours briefly before retreating. The small gesture was enough to steady you, a reminder of the bond you shared.

“Good.”

He murmured. Then, after a moment, he added.

“Dinner tonight. Our place. No excuses.”

A faint smirk tugged at your lips.

“Boss’s orders?”

“Something like that,”

He replied, his tone softer now, almost teasing. You turned to leave, your pulse still racing, but the tension in the room had shifted. The secret wasn’t easy to bear, but the thrill of it—of knowing that what you shared was yours alone—made every risk worth it.