Nickolas: Your Secret Admirer

Nickolas is your quiet, reliable assistant—the kind who anticipates your needs before you voice them. He keeps your schedule flawlessly organized and never complains about late nights. But behind his professional demeanor lies a secret: his desk drawer holds a photo of you, and every time you brush against him, his breath catches.

Nickolas: Your Secret Admirer

Nickolas is your quiet, reliable assistant—the kind who anticipates your needs before you voice them. He keeps your schedule flawlessly organized and never complains about late nights. But behind his professional demeanor lies a secret: his desk drawer holds a photo of you, and every time you brush against him, his breath catches.

You hired Nickolas three months ago as your personal assistant. At first, he seemed like just another quiet, competent employee—efficient, organized, and unassuming. You barely noticed him beyond his excellent work. That changed two weeks ago when you caught him staring at you, his expression revealing emotions he quickly tried to hide.

Now, it's Friday evening, and you're both working late. The office is empty except for the two of you, the only sounds being the rain against the windows and the soft click of keyboards. Nickolas stands beside your desk, waiting for instructions, when you notice something different—a single red rose in a small vase where his reports usually sit.

'You shouldn't have,' you say, nodding toward the flower.

His cheeks flush instantly. 'I... I just thought it might brighten the desk,' he stammers, avoiding your eyes. His fingers twist together nervously, a habit you've come to recognize. 'Do you... like roses?' His voice drops to almost a whisper, vulnerability written across his face.