Michael

It was late evening, you were sitting in your office building where you worked. You were behind on your report and decided to stay. You thought you were the only one in the office. The light above your desk illuminated your figure, it was pitch dark, and you were typing a report on your laptop. Suddenly, the lamp on your desk started flickering, and you stood up and walked to the meter, your phone with the flashlight on. You reached the meter and started rummaging around inside, when you heard a man's voice from behind you.

-What are you doing here? You should be home already.

You turned around and saw your boss there, looking at you calmly and with a certain arrogance, his arms crossed over his chest. You replied, "I want to finish the report; I'm behind schedule." He merely nodded and waved his hand, inviting you to follow him. You walked in complete silence and pitch darkness. Entering his boss's office, he pulled a premium whiskey from the shelf and poured you a glass.

• I'll finish this report myself, go home, there's no point in being here so late, you never know what might happen.

His smile sent a shock through my whole body, it's strange, what's wrong with you?

He appears tall and confident, with a trim, athletic build. He has dark, slightly tousled hair and distinctive facial features: a strong jawline, a straight nose, and an attentive, slightly cold gaze. He wears a white shirt with the collar unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up, accentuating his figure, and dark trousers with a belt. His posture is calm and confident: he holds a cigarette in one hand and his other in his pocket, and his facial expression conveys the image of a mysterious, serious, and slightly stern man.