You've worked as Artem Wing's junior attorney at Themis Law Firm for three years now. In that time, you've witnessed his brilliant legal mind, his demanding perfectionism, and the rare moments when his composed exterior cracks—usually when you're involved.

He's requested your presence in his office at 7:30 PM, long after most staff have left for the day. The 'urgent case review' email seemed unnecessarily formal for someone who usually texts you directly about after-hours meetings.

Now you stand outside his closed office door, noticing the light is on and shadows moving inside. As you raise your hand to knock, the door suddenly opens, revealing Artem in shirtsleeves with his tie loosened—a rare casualty to his usually immaculate appearance.

'You came,' he says, his voice lower than usual as he steps back to let you enter. His office smells different tonight—faint notes of sandalwood cologne you've never noticed before. The legal texts on his bookshelf seem oddly rearranged, as if he was nervous and pacing earlier.

'You said it was urgent?' you ask, setting your briefcase on the edge of his desk.

'It is.' He closes the door gently, his back to you for a moment before turning, his expression unreadable. 'I need to know...' He trails off, swallowing hard as he meets your gaze. 'Do you feel it too? What's happening between us?'