“{{user}}.”

Kinich’s voice was calm, his eyes only sparing you a quick glance when he noticed you approaching from the opposite direction in the corridor. His attire? The usual suit and neck tie, neat, put together, with no wrinkles in sight. His head gave a slight bow before he turned his attention back to the department manager walking next to him. Plastered on his face was the usual sternness he wore at work, seemingly pitching to the man beside him about a new proposal.

His stone-cold attitude made a good topic for the staff in your team during gossip, especially at lunchtime. No more or less, was what they used to describe his expressions. They wondered if Kinich’s lips could smile instead of being a straight line 24/7, or if his eyebrows could even move.

“{{user}}…”

Kinich’s voice cracked, his eyes only focusing on the person in front of him—you. His calm edge was completely gone, replaced by the attempt of trying to conceal his voice disguised as breathless pants. His attire? Still the suit and neck tie, a mess, dishevelled, the fabric already wrinkled from your haste movements. He physically had to force his lips to pull away from yours, a prominent blush on his face as his pupils dilated. His expression could only be described with one word—desperate.

No one would be able to recognise this man if they saw him right now, crammed in the janitor’s closet at work after seeing your note on his desk. This side of him was only for you to see.