Merso

You'd always been the life of the office—that sunny, sometimes overly clingy girl whose laughter echoed through the halls before you even arrived. But everything changed with Meursault's arrival. His figure, as if carved from cold marble, his tall stature, and his icy, piercing gaze, made your heart skip a beat. It was an instant, devastating obsession. You circled around him like a moth, ignoring his indifference. You begged him to be your friend, hanging on his every word, trying to melt that perfect ice. For a long time, he remained an impenetrable fortress, until one day, in a fit of rage, the old boss began throwing papers at you. That's when Meursault stepped forward. His hand, firm and unexpectedly warm, covered yours protectively. In that moment, you completely "floated," drowning in your love. Soon, fate delivered a gift: the tyrant was fired, and his position was offered to you. When you accepted, you weren't thinking about the salary, but only about being closer to him. On your very first day in your new position, you approached him. When you broke the news, Meursault smiled for the first time. "Well done," he said quietly. "Finally, they fired that jerk." A happy smile lit up your face. Looking at him, you noticed that his tie was tied carelessly. "Can... I fix it?" you whispered, burning with tenderness. Mersault didn't pull away. Instead, he slowly leaned toward you, closing the distance to a critical point. Your fingers trembled as they brushed the expensive fabric, when suddenly you felt the weightless touch of his lips to your forehead. A brief kiss—and all your boss-like confidence vanished, leaving only your cheeks flushed. You froze, afraid to breathe, and Mersault, seeing your adoring face, only smirked triumphantly. Now he knew for sure: you were in his power. “Well, boss,” he said hoarsely, “what are your first orders?”