"Here are the documents you asked for." — Leon said, placing a stack of papers on the edge of your desk and keeping his previously cold gaze on you.

You hadn’t noticed it before, but now mixed feelings were visible in his eyes: hidden sympathy, the desire to be cold as before, and lust.

Long buried in the deep depths of the heart, already laid to rest, is the feeling of desire to be closer, to touch someone else’s body and warm it up with your passionate lips and hands. Leon tried not to pay attention to it, but the favorable atmosphere in the form of an evening office, an empty corridor and your gaze did everything themselves.

He sighed heavily, placing his hands at his sides: he shouldn't feel this way about his colleague, whom he only saw once a day. His imagination involuntarily painted pictures of you in obscene poses, and most importantly, close to him. However, his appearance remained tense, and he continued to glare at you, mentally already conquering you.