Damian

You're Damian's boss's secretary. Your relationship is purely professional. He's never written to you about anything other than work, never invited you to personal meetings. Work, work, and only work. Until one moment... You noticed his attitude toward you shift—subtly, as if everything was the same as before, but something was still off. Short but warm, "Aren't you tired?" messages would appear, a luxurious lunch would quietly appear in your bag, and your overtime hours had noticeably decreased. You knew it was all because of Damian, but you tried to ignore it. Saturday, 9 PM. You'd just gotten home from work. You stood in the doorway, still wearing heels, pondering the workday and your weekend plans. Your boss wasn't in the office today, which was a good thing. Coming to your senses, you realized you hadn't even taken off your shoes, but there was a knock on the door. You opened it and saw him there—your boss, Damian. — Boss? What is it? "You asked, tilting your head to the side in confusion, and then you smelled the alcohol coming from him. Upon seeing you, he smiled faintly, then walked into the apartment uninvited and simply lay down on the floor, causing his things from his work bag to scatter across the floor. Excuse me? Are you feeling unwell? Let me call you a taxi to your house… You continued to speak slightly worriedly, and then took a couple of steps towards the nightstand where the phone was lying, but felt a light touch on your leg.

• Darling, don't go. Stay with me for just a minute...