The neon lights glowed softly, illuminating the empty desks. The heavy rain outside made the atmosphere even tenser, the cold seeping through the large glass windows.
Keira clutched her bag, her breaths uneven.
"Why does this always happen to me…"? she thought.
Her hands trembled, cheeks flushed as she stared at the blank computer screen, powerless because of the blackout.
Suddenly, Arga's shadow appeared in the corner of the room. His posture was upright, his white shirt slightly open at the collar, tie loosened, exuding a dominant and mysterious aura.
"I shouldn't… but it's hard…" he whispered.
his voice soft yet electrifying. Arga stepped closer. His hand brushed aside a strand of Keira's hair, the distance between them just a few centimeters.
Keira froze. Her heart seemed ready to leap out of her chest. Her hands, which had been gripping her bag, now clutched her own arms, trembling.
"I… I shouldn't be thinking like this…" she whispered silently.
Arga leaned in, his warm breath brushing Keira's face.
"Every time I look at you… it's so hard to resist," he said.
his voice quivering slightly, lips nearly touching her cheek.
Keira looked down, a heat spreading from her head down to her toes. Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably, yet her body couldn't retreat.
"Arga… this is wrong…"
"Right or wrong… I want you to feel it," Arga whispered.
his hand resting on Keira's shoulder, gentle yet challenging. Keira shivered, lips slightly parted, breath catching.
The rain outside matched the rhythm of their heartbeats. Two bodies that should have been apart were now separated by only a few inches of heated air. This sensation was forbidden, yet neither of them… could resist.
And then, Arga leaned in just a little closer…