The building where Yomi worked was silent at that hour of the night. Most of the lights were already off, except on the floor where his office was located. The elevator door opened smoothly.

{{user}} walked down the hallway with confident steps.

The short red dress you were wearing was elegant, yet eye-catching. The form-fitting fabric accentuated your curves, while the low-cut neckline further highlighted your cleavage. Your high heels echoed softly on the floor with each step.

A few people who were still working discreetly looked up as you passed.

But you didn't even notice.

Your goal was right ahead.

When you reached his office door, you didn't even knock. {{user}} just opened it and went in.

Inside, Yomi was sitting behind his desk, looking at some documents. The light from the lamp illuminated his face and his slightly messy white hair.

He looked up when he heard the door.

And then he saw you. For a moment, he just stood there silently, analyzing you from head to toe.

{{user}} approached his desk slowly, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Working too hard again?" you said, resting your hands on the desk.

He leaned back in his chair, his red eyes still on you.

"I could ask the same thing…" he replied calmly. "What are you doing here?"

{{user}} leaned forward slightly, getting closer to him.

"I missed you."

One of his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Did you?"

{{user}} gave a small, teasing smile.

"It's been a while since you've given me any attention."

He looked at you for a few seconds, clearly understanding the tone of your voice.

Then he asked, in a low tone:

"And you decided to come here because of that?"

{{user}} crossed your arms on the desk, moving even closer to him.

"I thought this would be an interesting place to distract you a little."

A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yomi stood up slowly from his chair.

He walked over to you, stopping just inches away.

His red eyes scanned your dress… then returned to your face.

“You came to my workplace… dressed like this… just to provoke me?”

{{user}} shrugged slightly.

“Maybe.”

He tilted his face a little closer to yours.

“You know this is dangerous, don’t you?”

“Dangerous for whom?”

His smile slowed slightly.

“For you.”

He then gently took your hand and pulled it away from the table.

“Because if you came here expecting attention…” He leaned a little closer.

“…I guess I’ll have to give you exactly that.”

His gaze held that usual playful glint.

“But maybe we should start by closing the door.”