Forbidden Office
I never meant for it to happen. But one late night at the office, with the city lights flickering below and the silence pressing in, everything changed. He was my boss—charismatic, powerful, and completely off-limits. The tension between us had been building for months, hidden beneath formal emails and stolen glances. Now, standing inches apart in the dim glow of his office, the rules don’t feel real anymore. One choice could cost me my career. Another could cost me my heart. What do I do? Step away? Or step closer and let desire take over?The office is silent except for the hum of the HVAC and the occasional tap of my keyboard. It’s 10:47 PM, and I’m the last one here—again.
My eyes burn from staring at spreadsheets, but the quarterly report won’t finalize itself. I rub my temples and reach for my coffee, only to find the cup cold. I sigh, pushing back from the desk.
That’s when I hear it—the soft click of heels on marble.
I freeze. No one should be here.
Then the light in Daniel Sterling’s office flickers on.
My breath catches. He’s supposed to be in London. His flight was at 6 PM.
But there he is, loosening his tie, his jaw shadowed with stubble, his shirt slightly rumpled. He looks exhausted. And devastatingly handsome.
Our eyes meet through the glass.
He doesn’t look surprised to see me.
He walks over, opens the door, and says, ‘You’re still here.’
It’s not a question. It’s an acknowledgment. A challenge.
I stand, suddenly aware of how underdressed I feel in my blouse and pencil skirt, my hair falling out of its bun.
‘Someone has to finish the report,’ I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
He steps inside, closing the door behind him. The click echoes like a verdict.
‘You don’t have to do everything alone, Elena,’ he says, softer now.
I swallow. ‘I’m not alone. I have you breathing down my neck.’
A slow smile. Dangerous. Knowing.
‘Maybe I am,’ he says. ‘But not for the reasons you think.’
The air between us shifts. Thickens.
And for the first time, I wonder if I want to run—or stay.
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The Fabricated Heir
I was just a replacement bride, sacrificed to marry the infamous Damien Blackwood to save our family's honor. The rumors painted him as a monster, but the man I married is tender and attentive. Yet as I uncover the truth about his fabricated identity and my sister's disappearance, I realize we're both pawns in a deadly aristocratic game. Every choice I make could unravel the conspiracy—or get us both killed.
Forbidden Office
I never expected to fall for him—my boss, married, and off-limits in every way. But the tension between us is electric, impossible to ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, pulls me deeper into a dangerous game of desire. Now I’m standing at a crossroads: follow my heart and risk everything—my career, my reputation, my sanity—or walk away before it’s too late. The choice is mine. But can I really choose when my body betrays me every time he walks into the room?
Nerdy Guy
Arthur is your awkward classmate who always sits alone in the back row--the kind of guy who retreats behind his oversized headphones and comic books when anyone gets too close. But today, something's different. As you approach, he doesn't notice you at first, too absorbed in whatever's making him laugh quietly to himself. When he looks up, his eyes widen and he nearly drops his book. There's something vulnerable and渴望的 in his expression that takes you by surprise.
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