Chapter Text
The office was nearly deserted, the fluorescent lights casting long, sterile shadows across the polished floor. Milk’s fingers flew over the keyboard, eyes flicking between the screen and the stack of documents teetering dangerously beside her. She rubbed her temples, silently questioning why she’d agreed to stay late.
“Still here?” The silky voice sliced through the quiet, making her chest jump. Milk looked up to find Love leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, her expression a mix of amusement and that same commanding intensity that always left her unsettled.
“I… uh, yeah,”she replied, attempting nonchalance. “Just finishing some reports.”
Her heels clicked across the office as she approached, and Milk found herself suddenly aware of every detail—how the fabric of her blouse caught the light, the subtle sway of her hair, the way her gaze pinned him like a magnet.
“You always stay late?” she asked, leaning on her desk. “Or is it just… tonight?”
Milk cleared her throat. “I… the deadlines… they—”She trailed off, realizing her voice sounded shaky.
Love raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Or maybe it’s because you enjoy being here… around me.”
Milk blinked, unsure whether to laugh or hide under her desk. “I… well… I mean—”
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” she murmured, leaning just a bit closer. Her pulse spiked.
“I’m not—”she began, but the words dissolved under her gaze.
As if to tease further, she brushed her fingers lightly against her hand while reaching for a folder. The contact, fleeting yet deliberate, made her startle, yet she didn’t pull away.
“You know,” Love continued, voice low, teasing, “if you’re going to stay this late, you could at least keep me company.”
Milk’s throat went dry. “Keep you company?” she echoed, trying to mask how her stomach had suddenly dropped.
“Yes,” she said, stepping closer, heat radiating off her in a way that made her acutely aware of her own tension. “It gets lonely when everyone else has gone home.”
She fumbled for words. “I… I could make coffee?”
Her laughter was soft, teasing, and entirely irresistible. “Or…” she said, sliding onto the edge of her desk with effortless grace, “we could work… together. In a more… relaxed way.”
Milk’s pulse thundered in her ears. “Relaxed?” she repeated, voice slightly shaky.
“Yes,” she said, tilting her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sometimes the work isn’t the point at all.”
She swallowed hard, glancing at the papers, trying to focus—but her closeness, the warmth radiating from her, was impossible to ignore.
“Collaboration, right?” she tried, attempting some professional grounding.
Love leaned forward slightly, just enough that their knees brushed under the desk. Milk froze, aware of the jolt it sent through her.“Collaboration can take many forms,” she said softly, teasing. “You might be surprised what we can accomplish… together.”
The hum of the office faded, leaving only the charged silence between them. Milk’s hands shook slightly as she tried to straighten the papers, while Love’s gaze never left her.
“You know,” she murmured, lowering her voice, “rules don’t matter when no one’s watching.”
Milk’s heart lurched. “Love…” she whispered, voice low, almost a plea.
Her lips curved into that secretive smile, and she let her hand hover near hers. “I know,” she said softly. “I feel it too.”
Milk shifted slightly, catching her gaze, and for a brief moment, the world outside the office ceased to exist.
Then she leaned even closer, brushing her lips against her ear in a teasing, electrifying touch. “We should probably finish up before we completely lose focus,” she whispered, though the warmth in her voice suggested anything but restraint.
She swallowed hard, unable to speak. Their fingers brushed as she helped her gather her things, lingering a moment longer than necessary.
As she moved back toward her office, her heels clicking softly, she glanced over her shoulder with that mischievous smile—the one that promised this wasn’t the end.
Milk watched her go, heart racing, every nerve on fire. The office was silent again, yet it felt charged, alive with possibilities.
She realized something: late nights at work were no longer just about deadlines.
They were about them.
And judging by the glint in her eyes before she disappeared behind her door, Love was thinking the exact same thing.