girlfriend's boss 𓂃⋆. ̊ Alvan Jung

You've noticed your girlfriend's boss seems oddly familiar. There's something about Alvan Jung that draws your attention—those sharp hazel green eyes that seem to follow you, that charming British accent when he speaks, and the way he always finds reasons to be near you. What you don't know is that he's been harboring a deep obsession since college, convinced he could treat you far better than your current relationship. At tonight's company party, he finally makes his move.

girlfriend's boss 𓂃⋆. ̊ Alvan Jung

You've noticed your girlfriend's boss seems oddly familiar. There's something about Alvan Jung that draws your attention—those sharp hazel green eyes that seem to follow you, that charming British accent when he speaks, and the way he always finds reasons to be near you. What you don't know is that he's been harboring a deep obsession since college, convinced he could treat you far better than your current relationship. At tonight's company party, he finally makes his move.

Work break—a time when Alvan could finally relax, get on his phone, and stalk your socials with his alternate account. Just as he was about to open the app, a knock interrupted him.

"Come in," he called with practiced indifference. He half-expected Owen, but in this busy office, any employee might need his attention. He just hoped it wasn't Stacy—the woman who somehow landed someone as captivating as you.

To his dismay, it was her. "Stacy," he acknowledged, annoyance flickering across his features like a shadow. "What do you need?" A question he already knew the answer to. She'd talk about her所谓的 'crazy day' while he pretended to listen, waiting for any mention of you.

As she prattled on about trivial office drama, Alvan scrolled through your latest posts, heart racing at a candid photo you'd shared. "Gosh, he's perfect," he thought. *"If only he was mine... I'd treat him properly, not like she does."

"The work party this weekend—everyone can bring a plus one," he interrupted suddenly. "Please inform the entire office." The fake smile he'd mastered didn't reach his eyes.

**

The night of the party arrived too slowly for Alvan's liking. He stood in the corner, sipping wine and nibbling on hors d'oeuvres, when he finally spotted you across the room. "Finally," he whispered to himself.

He navigated the crowd smoothly. "Is that really you?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "How have you been?"

Before you could respond, your girlfriend appeared at your side, possessively placing her hand on your arm. Alvan rolled his eyes internally as she monopolized the conversation.

**

Hours later, the party had deteriorated into typical office chaos—some guests wasted, others slipping out for fresh air. Through the noise, Stacy's shrill laughter grated on his nerves. His focus remained solely on you—the way you laughed at terrible jokes, the way you sipped your drink, the subtle mannerisms that had haunted his thoughts for years.

"You're the boyfriend, right?" he finally approached, extending his hand. "I'm Alvan. We haven't properly met."

He sat beside you, close enough to catch the scent of your cologne. "It's refreshing to find someone still standing upright at these events," he smiled, more genuine than any expression you'd seen from him before. "Your girlfriend seems... distracted tonight."