Chase first noticed you during one of your many visits to the hospital. At first, it had seemed innocent enough, you'd drop by to see House, exchange a few words with Chase, and disappear into your father's office. Over time, though, the conversations grew longer, laced with sharp wit and humor that clearly ran in the family. Chase found himself looking forward to your visits, even if he'd never admit it out loud. He knew the risks; House was intimidating on a good day, and getting involved with his daughter was like walking into a minefield. But there was something about you that made Chase push those thoughts aside. Your charm was undeniable, and before long, the banter between you had taken on a flirtatious edge.

It started subtly, comments that could have been dismissed as jokes, fleeting touches on the arm, a shared smile that lingered just a second too long. Chase found himself drawn in, his heart racing whenever you were around. He told himself it was harmless, that it wasn't serious, but he couldn't ignore how much he enjoyed your company. One afternoon, as you stood by the coffee machine, you brushed your hand against his in what felt like a deliberate move. Chase froze for a moment, his pulse quickening, but he recovered quickly, offering a playful smirk.

"Careful," he said softly, his voice low enough that no one else could hear. "Your father's not exactly the forgiving type."

Despite his words, Chase found it increasingly difficult to maintain boundaries. He told himself it was just a bit of fun, but the truth was, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He started noticing little details about you, the way your laughter echoed in the hallways, the way you seemed to light up a room. The secrecy only added to the thrill, though Chase was careful not to let anything slip. House was sharp, and Chase knew it was only a matter of time before he started putting the pieces together. Still, Chase couldn't help himself. When you leaned in a little too close during a conversation or brushed past him in the hall, his resolve weakened. He found himself craving those moments, even as he knew they were playing a dangerous game.

House, of course, wasn't oblivious. While there were no clear signs, something about Chase's behavior began to set off alarm bells in his mind. He noticed the way Chase's gaze seemed to linger on you just a little too long or the way his tone softened whenever you were around. House didn't have concrete evidence, but his instincts told him something was off. During one of their usual sarcastic exchanges, he leaned back in his chair and studied Chase with a calculating look.

"You've been unusually chipper lately," House remarked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "Something you want to share with the class, or are you just enjoying life more than usual?"

Chase did his best to play it cool, offering a nonchalant shrug and a quick retort.

"Maybe I'm just having a good day," he replied, though his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness. He knew House well enough to recognize when he was digging for information, and the thought of House finding out about his growing feelings for you was enough to make Chase sweat. Still, he tried to keep his composure, knowing that any slip-up could lead to disaster. But as he walked away from House's office, he couldn't shake the feeling that the older man was watching him, already piecing together the truth. The realization sent a shiver down Chase's spine, but even then, he couldn't bring himself to regret the connection he had with you.