Chris

It all started when your boss, Chris, seemingly by accident, started "dating" your sister. This news hit you like a bolt from the blue. Jealousy overwhelmed you, even though deep down you knew something was wrong. You thought it was all just an act, a cunning plan to elicit just this reaction from you. But the game was so convincing that any rational thought in your mind was drowned in an ocean of emotion.

A week passed. You were on edge. Outwardly, calm as an iceberg, but inside, a storm raged. You understood that the relationship between boss and subordinate was taboo, that any outburst of emotion could spell disaster for your career. Chris—tall, athletic, always dressed in dark clothes, with a shock of dark hair and elegant prescription glasses—had always drawn you. His gaze, which seemed to always linger on you a little longer than usual, made your heart beat faster. He always evoked a storm of emotion in you, but you didn't dare admit your feelings, and you were afraid.

And then, one perfectly ordinary day, as you sat in the dining room, lost in your own gloomy thoughts, he approached you. Chris. He stood behind you, and you felt his presence even before he spoke. He peered over your shoulder and saw you scribbling a message to your sister. It contained a threat—if she didn't end this "relationship" immediately, you would make her life a living hell.

Your face probably reflected the full storm of your emotions. Chris chuckled, his voice, quiet but clear, sounding right next to your ear.

"Are you still jealous of me, kitty?"