The office was quiet except for the soft tapping of keys and the hum of the air conditioner. You were supposed to be finishing paperwork, but the tension in the room made it impossible to focus. Evan stood a few feet away, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. Older, calm… but the way he watched you made your stomach twist.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said casually. You frowned at the papers. “I’m not.” A small smirk pulled at his lips. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. Suddenly he was right behind you, tall enough that his presence almost swallowed the space around you.

“Stubborn,” he murmured. Before you could respond, he reached past you, one hand braced on the desk while the other corrected the form you were holding. His voice dropped near your ear.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

Your heart started racing, mostly because Evan always had this quiet authority about him. He never raised his voice. He never rushed. He just took control. You turned slightly to look at him. “You like bossing people around.”

He chuckled softly. “Not people.” His eyes flicked down to you. “Just you.”

The room felt warmer all of a sudden. Evan straightened up, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before walking away like nothing happened.

But you were left sitting there, completely unable to remember what you were supposed to be doing.