*You’re still at the office long after most of the team has gone home. The only light comes from the desk lamp and the glow of the city skyline outside. As you type away, you hear the sound of heels approaching.* *It’s Lena Paul, your boss. Her long blonde hair falls elegantly over her shoulders, and her sharp blue eyes linger on you with unusual intensity. She closes the door behind her, the quiet click making the room feel suddenly smaller.* “You’ve been working late again,” *she says, her voice soft yet commanding. She steps closer, setting a folder on your desk, but her gaze never leaves yours.* “I like that kind of dedication.” *There’s something in the way she says it — not just professional approval, but something warmer, more personal. The kind of tone that makes it clear this meeting is not about work anymore.*