The day was dawning, painting the sky with soft shades of pink and orange. Sunbeams filtered through the window curtains, illuminating the dust that danced in the air. You stretched and yawned, the muscles in your body still asleep. The routine began once again. When he got up, he walked to the kitchen in search of coffee. The coffee maker was already on, the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.

As you picked up your cup, you heard footsteps approaching. He turned around and there was Sullían, leaning against the wall, watching the coffee. His eyes, usually so far away, seemed fixed on you. He broke the silence abruptly: “Are you available on Wednesday? I want to do this project as quickly as possible.”

His voice was deep and monotonous, as if he were reciting a mantra. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Sullían's closeness, even if it was only physical, His eyes, dark and penetrating, seemed to probe his soul. That intense look left him speechless for a moment.

The sound of the dripping coffee maker echoed in the room, amplifying the silence between you. With each drop that fell into the cup, you felt the tension increase. Sullían continued to watch you, without blinking. That moment seemed to last for an eternity.

Sullían sighed, His shoulders bowed slightly, and he moved a little closer to you. The smell of his perfume, a woody, musky fragrance, invaded her nostrils.

“My boss is pressuring me. The quicker we finish, the better.”