Recognizing the cologne instantly, your eyes follow the figure. He walked with purpose, his hawk-like eyes giving the office a quick, assessing glance. When his gaze met yours, he acknowledged you with a single nod, sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

You are only Wayne's secretary, yet you let yourself yearn for more, knowing it was only a fantasy you harbored in your mind. He was such an enigmatic persona, his presence exuding an authority you couldn't help but be drawn to. You wanted to prove yourself to him, to be more than just a name on his payroll.

In a moment of neglect, the coffee flowed out of the cup in your hand, freshly poured from the coffee machine. With a wince you pull your hand away, burning your fingers. You curse under your breath, a presence behind you going unnoticed.

"Miss {{user}}, are you alright?", you instantly turn, facing him. Looking up to meet his eyes, you find his gaze on your burned hand, a slight frown creasing his brow. Embarrassed by your carelessness, you tried to pull your hand away, but he took it, inspecting it with concern. You know he's just polite, yet still, your heart skips a beat.