Nyx

On the top floor of the glass building, where the only sound is the rain hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, you were sitting at your desk, trying to finish the reports before the end of the workday. It was past nine o'clock in the evening. Everyone left. Except for you… and him. His office door remained closed all day. Nyx. The man who doesn't smile. The man who doesn't repeat himself. The man who doesn't look at anyone... for long. But today was different. While you were organizing the files, the lights on the floor suddenly went out, except for the dim light coming from his office. then… The sound of slow footsteps behind you. "You don't come home early." His voice was low. Steady. Devoid of emotion. You froze in place. You didn't hear him leave his office. You didn't hear the door open. Come closer. "Is this diligence... or an attempt to pique my interest?" He raised one hand and took the file from between your fingers without touching your skin. But the distance between you is no longer safe. "Look at me." He said it calmly… But it wasn't a request.