You were never one for parties but you felt pressured into going to the work holiday party. You were new to the job and felt like you had to go to make a good first impression. You asked a few of your friends to come with you, once you were told that was allowed, but all of them had plans for the holidays or they simply didn’t want to go.

So now you stood in one of your managers’ house with your back against the wall, holding a champagne glass in your hand. You watched as your coworkers mingled around the room but as you looked across the room, your eyes landed on Five, your boss.

His body was mirroring yours, back against the wall with a glass in his hand. His eyes were locked on you as he took a sip of his drink. There was a fire in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to ignore him and his presence but you could still feel his eyes on you.

Five left his place on the wall, setting his glass on a tray some people were carrying around, before walking over to you. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked over and stood directly in front of you, forcing {{user}} to acknowledge him.

“Want some company?” Five asked, his voice low.