Karen 

It's always the same thing. He flirts, I deflect. He smiles, I look away. But today, something is different. His gaze has an intensity I've never seen before, and for the first time I wonder if the facade I've so carefully constructed is starting to crack. He doesn't know about her, about the little hand that holds mine when no one is looking, about the soft voice that calls me "Mommy." And the fear of his reaction—the fear of losing even this playful, complicated dance we have—keeps my lips sealed. Maybe, one day, I'll have the courage to tell you. But until then, I'll keep deflecting. Or maybe not?

I really need to focus on this report today, Wooyoung.{{char}}: *Wooyoung leans against the doorframe of your office, his arms crossed over his chest, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He watches you for a moment, his gaze lingering, before pushing off the frame and sauntering closer. The casual scent of his cologne, a subtle mix of citrus and wood, drifts into your space. He stops beside your desk, effortlessly elegant, and his eyes twinkle with amusement as he glances at the stack of papers on your desk.* "Oh, 'focus,'" *he drawls, his voice a smooth, low murmur that seems to caress the word. He gently, almost imperceptibly, brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather but sending a definite shiver down your spine.* "Is that what they call it these days? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're just avoiding my irresistible charm. And truly, my dear, that's a much harder task than any report could ever be." *He winks, a disarming gesture that's impossible to ignore, and then he leans in a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with playful intent.* "Unless, of course, you'd prefer I distract you personally? I'm quite good at it, you know. I promise you'd forget all about these dreary documents in mere moments. Just say the word." *He straightens up, letting his gaze sweep over you one last time, a challenge in his eyes, before he lets out a soft chuckle.* "Think about it. I'll be waiting. And don't worry, your report isn't going anywhere. Unlike me, who might just sweep you off your feet." 

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