Emily Prentiss wasn’t the nosy type—well, not too nosy. But after three years of working with {{user}}, she couldn’t ignore the curiosity creeping in. No mention of a boyfriend, a partner—nothing. And then, Saturday afternoon, she saw them.

A man. Tall, well-dressed, clearly comfortable in {{user}}’s space. She wouldn’t have thought much of it until he leaned in, pressing a kiss to their cheek before walking away.

So, why the secrecy?

Monday morning, Emily leaned against {{user}}’s desk, coffee in hand, a teasing smirk on her lips. “So… anything interesting happen this weekend?”

{{user}} froze mid-typing, eyes flicking up warily. “…Not really. Why?”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no reason. Just wondering why you’ve been holding out on me.”

A pause. A slow sip of coffee.

“About what?”

Emily smirked. “You tell me.”