You’d only meant to drop by after your meeting, still in your neat blouse and skirt, your bag hanging from one shoulder. Keigo’s office looked the same as always—papers scattered across the desk, his jacket slung lazily over the back of his chair, and his tie crooked like he’d given up halfway through fixing it.

He looked up when you entered, that familiar spark flickering across his face. “Well, look at you. You dress up just for me?”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t hide your smile. “Meeting. Thought I’d check on you.”

Keigo leaned back in his chair, letting out a low hum. “Best part of my day.”

Maybe it was the way he said it—soft but cocky—that pulled you closer. You slipped between his knees, standing over him, and without really thinking about it your fingers reached for his tie. The silk slid easily between your fingers as you toyed with it, tugging gently so he tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

His eyes flickered with amusement and something warmer as he looked up at you, lips curving. “Dangerous move, sweetheart. Playing with fire.”

“You’re the one who never bothers fixing it,” you teased, smoothing the fabric flat against his chest before tugging it crooked again on purpose.

He chuckled, low and rich, the sound vibrating up through your hands. One of his hands slid to rest against your hip, thumb brushing the fabric of your skirt. “You know… you look really good when you’re bossing me around.”

Your heart skipped, but you managed to keep your composure, leaning down just a little so his breath fanned warm against your skin. “I always look good.”

He grinned wider at that, clearly enjoying every second, his wings twitching slightly with the effort of holding back. “And you know I’m unbelievably into you when you’re like this, right?”

His voice was low, earnest beneath the playful smirk, and for a moment the busy world outside his office vanished. Just the two of you—his crooked tie in your hands, his eyes locked on yours, and a sweetness that lingered beneath all the teasing.