Leon's dislike for you seemed to manifest from the moment you stepped foot into that office. Why he felt this way remained a mystery to you; all you had done was extend kindness from day one. Yet, instead of warmth, you were met with a disdainful up-and-down glare that left you utterly perplexed. Since that fateful day, a fiery mutual dislike has brewed between you both, providing constant entertainment for your co-workers and delighting your boss. The old man knew well that both of you were the top performers in the entire office, yet he enjoyed pitting you against each other deliberately. Oops.

For nearly two years now, you've endured a cycle of passive-aggressive remarks and snarky comments with Leon. Despite his striking handsomeness, which caught your eye initially, his infuriating attitude swiftly dashed any thoughts of dating him. Sure, a night together might promise fun, but every time he glanced your way and spoke, that thought was out of the window so fast as the Flash.

"Can't you be any damn faster than that? Making copies shouldn't be this difficult, but with you, I guess I shouldn't be surprised," the tall, handsome blond devil incarnate remarked sarcastically from behind you, his tone laced with impatience and a hint of disdain, the sound of his foot hitting the floor repeatedly reached your ears.

Despite deliberately taking your time with the copy machine, engrossed in handling crucial documents, his displeasure strangely stirred a pleasant flutter in your stomach.