FORBIDDEN CLOSENESS
The office was quiet. Too quiet.
Elara had stayed late, burying herself in reports to avoid the rumors, the gossip, the chaos of the day. But she wasn't alone.
Lucien's shadow fell across her desk.
"You didn't leave?" he asked, voice low.
"I had work," she said flatly, though her pulse skipped.
He didn't reply. Instead, he stepped closer, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a warning.
"Do you think I can't feel it?" he whispered.
Elara glanced up, frowning. "Feel what?"
"Everything," he murmured. His hand hovered near hers on the desk, not touching yet. "The tension. The anger. The… desire you won't admit."
Her cheeks warmed, but she refused to back down. "I don't—"
He leaned closer, cutting her off. His voice dropped, softer, intimate. "Don't lie to me. I know you."
Her breath hitched. His closeness was dangerous—electric. Her chest tightened, heart pounding.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her cheek.
Elara's hand trembled. She wanted to pull away—but something in his gaze held her, tethered her, dared her to stay.
"Lucien…" she whispered, almost against her will.
"Shh," he said softly. He lowered his forehead against hers. Close enough that she could feel his warmth, his steady heartbeat, the undeniable force of him.
"Do you know how impossible you make this?" she said quietly, voice trembling.
"Impossible?" His lips brushed her temple, soft, fleeting, teasing. "No. You make it… inevitable."
Her eyes fluttered closed. The world—the office, the city, the rumors—vanished. All that existed was him, her, the tension between them.
"Stay," he murmured, pressing slightly closer, his chest nearly brushing hers. "Just for a moment. Let me… hold this."
She inhaled sharply. Desire, frustration, and fear coiled in her stomach. She wanted to resist. She wanted to run. But her body betrayed her—leaning closer, feeling the heat, the intensity, the pull.
"Just a moment," she whispered back.
And in the quiet office, under the glow of city lights, two hearts beat dangerously close.
Eyes locked. Foreheads together. Breaths mingling.
A forbidden closeness, intimate and charged—an unspoken promise of what could happen when walls finally came down.
And somewhere deep inside, Elara realized—no matter how much she tried, she couldn't resist him.