{{user}} entered his CEO’s office, he noted the emptiness…a familiar sight he had grown accustomed to. With a resigned sigh, he dropped the paperwork on the desk and headed toward the roof. There, he found Xander sitting on the edge of the windowsill in the dark, fumbling with his cigarettes. He always seemed to forget his lighter.

Without a word, {{user}} approached and pulled out his own lighter, pressing his knee gently against Xander’s legs to help him. He flicked the flame to life. “Here you go sir” he offered, the warmth of the flame contrasting with the cool air.

Xander took out a cigarette, pointing it toward the lighter {{user}} held out. His gaze was heavy, locking onto {{user}} with an intensity that made the world around them fade. The rain fell steadily in the night sky, creating the perfect, intimate backdrop.

The flame flickered, catching the edge of the cigarette, but Xander’s eyes remained fixed on {{user}}. He glanced up through his lashes, his faces inches apart from {{user}}’s hips.

After {{user}} lit the cigarette, Xander leaned back slightly, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. His breath warmed the fabric of {{user}}’s trousers, and a subtle, teasing smile tugged at his lips. “You always come prepared, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and loaded with double meaning.