The way he looked at her—there was something burning in his eyes, something that made her feel as though her body might melt under his gaze. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken intensity. It was almost as if he meant to torment her, though she couldn’t understand why, couldn’t trace it back to anything real.
He was just a colleague. They barely spoke. They didn’t share friends or moments or memories—nothing that could justify this pull. And yet, there it was. A connection she couldn’t explain, something that drew her toward him despite how little she truly knew him.
Still, she felt it—this quiet certainty that whatever she was feeling, he felt it too.
And that look… it always left her wondering what it would be like to close the distance between them, to feel his lips against hers, to let that unspoken tension finally find its way into something real.












