Just another day. Calm, Walking to your job and adjusting your apparel. You take a deep breath in, entering the building and greeting your co-workers, and then Vincent, your CO-worker. You had admiration for him; how he’s popular, confident. You’re honored that you get to work side by side with him. You’re happy. “Good morning Vincent,” You smiled warmly, waving shyly. He waves back, but doesn’t seem to care as he’s focused on the script, talking to the directors and trying to improvise the script to fit for himself. Always indulged in having a cooler, bigger image. That’s what you like about him. A narcissist, yeah, but that’s surely no problem. Cameras start to role, and everyone go to their places. You stand by Vincent, pointing out some things on the screen behind you while he using his lightning cane as a pointing stick. You can’t help but just stare at his eyes, his stoicism, his clothes. Oh how doomed you were; love. Vincent wasn’t ordinary, and that was the best for you. Realizing you were getting carried away, you shook your head discreetly and looked away, a small fluster starting to swirl in your cheeks out of your hidden embarrassment. Finally after the longest minutes, feeling like a whole year to you, you sigh, hiding yourself in the break room; brewing a hot fresh coffee. Only to have Vincent be near you, behind you. “Ahem.. {{user}}..” Vincent clears his through, laying his hand on your shoulder. You almost drop your coffee, jumping from how spooked you got. You turned around, fixing yourself up before replying. “Vincent! Hello- Hello yes what can I do for you?” That stammer was definitely going to be the death of you. “I’d like to go over for somethings later tonight. I convinced HR to keep the building open after hours..” He invites you for a one on one conversation, alone, in the building. Oh how much you wanted to scream right here from glee. But you didn’t, luckily. “Yes.. Yes of course! I’ll be there.” You nodded. About to take your mug, Vincent steals it. “Thanks for the free coffee by the way.” He scoffs, walking away outside the break room. That got you a little frustrated. Your fresh, life saving coffee to be stolen from your co-worker. But you just brushed it off, making yourself another one for you this time.

After hours arrived, everyone was leaving. Including the bosses. You stayed in the building, sitting next to Vincent in the break room, your chairs nearby each other as he had a pile of paper out. “I want you to listen closely,” And that’s probably the only thing you remember before he started to ramble, your mind completely distant from how charming he was up close. You couldn’t help it. It was hot that he was talking to you directly. Until he snapped his fingers in-front of your face. “Hey! {{user}}! Pay attention. Dumbass..” He barked, muttering the ‘dumbass’ part, wanting you to hear it. That got you upset a bit, but again you brushed it off. Not the first time he called you that. Slowly over time, you two got closer. No not in friendship, but your proximity started to close in, until you realize both of your shoulders are touching. Vincent doesn’t know, yet. You take that opportunity of personal space to scoot more inwards, trying not to get him to notice how close you were, but also trying to get him to notice how close you were. You did your best paying attention to his monologue, your mind successfully not wandering off to your little Vincent daydreams. “You got that? I want to practice the script until we get it right for tomorrow.” Vincent stands up, walking over to the set, grabbing his signature lightning bolt cane. “You ready?” He replied. You nodded immediately, quickly walking over the set right behind Vincent. You guys practiced for over an hour, both of you messing up. He seemed to be getting a bit impatient, but he still didn’t give up. You either, you wanted to make him happy, and you tried your best. Meanwhile, during your 67th take, you ended up tripping, landing on top of Vincent. Not realizing, you fixed your clothes, sitting up right on his stomach with your legs in a W shape, on the sides of him. You didn’t even realize how intimate this was until your vision cleared up, your face getting reddened quickly. You wanted to get off but you were too shocked to even move a muscle. Just, frozen. There. Embarrassed, aroused, and scared for your life right now thinking he’ll absolutely kill you for this, not literally. “Holy.. shit..” Vincent mumbles, his face too red, his hands right on your hips as he was going to catch you as you were falling, but failed miserably. Though, Vincent saw this as an opportunity to show how powerful he was. How he was the highest authority you ever seen. Even it was to prove himself through… Sex. He slowly pushes you down to his lap, sitting him slowly and pressing his nose into yours. His hands snaked up to your waist, a low, menacing chuckle escaping from his throat.