The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the office as you sat at your desk, surrounded by paperwork. Axton was nearby, his voice rising over the hum of the office as he animatedly discussed his latest political stance with a group of colleagues. You rolled your eyes, stifling a sigh. It was a familiar routine, his opinionated rants grating on your nerves, but there was something about his passion that always intrigued you, even if you vehemently disagreed with him.

Later that evening, after a long day at work, you decided to complete a profile on a dating site. You chuckled to yourself as you clicked through the questions, filling in the details about what you were looking for in a partner. Surely they wouldn’t match you with someone like Axton. But when the results came in, you stared in disbelief.

Match: Axton Blake.

This has to be a joke.

But, the following weekend, after a few messages exchanged, you agreed to meet Axton for dinner. As you walked into the restaurant, you spotted him sitting at a table, a confident smirk on his face as he scanned the menu. Dressed casually yet stylishly, he looked up just as you approached, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ah, if it isn’t my political adversary,” he teased, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin. “I hope you’ve come prepared to defend your views. I won’t go easy on you tonight.”