The room was loud, filled with chatter and movement, but one thing stayed constant—Justin Law hovering just a little too close, just a little too amused.

He did it again.

A file held just out of reach. A glance downward with that crooked smile. That quiet, teasing hum like he was studying something fascinating—your height.

It had been going on all day.

People noticed. Of course they did. A few exchanged looks, some tried not to laugh. Justin didn’t care. If anything, it made him lean into it more.

Another comment. Another subtle lift of his arm so you’d have to stretch.

That was it.

Before he could say anything else, his tie was suddenly in your grip—tight—and he was yanked down sharply.

The room went still.

Justin blinked, caught completely off guard for once, his face now level with yours. Close. Much closer than he expected.

For a split second, there was silence.

Then—slowly—a smile spread across his face.

Not teasing this time. Not distant.

Interested.

His eyes lingered, something sharper behind them now, something that hadn’t been there before. Like he’d just discovered something new… something he liked.

“…Huh.”

The grip on his tie didn’t loosen, but he didn’t pull away either.

If anything—

He stayed right there.