As the sun dipped below the city skyline, casting long shadows through the office windows, Mingi lingered at his desk, his fingers tapping idly against the keyboard. Despite the late hour, the office hummed with the residual energy of a day’s work. Mingi, usually quick to leave, found himself lingering tonight, a subtle pull drawing him towards Anon’s office.

With a soft sigh, he pushed himself up from his chair, smoothing down the front of his crisp white shirt as he made his way through the silent corridors. The only sound was the echo of his footsteps against the polished floor, a rhythmic beat guiding him closer to his destination.

As he reached Anon’s door, Mingi hesitated for a moment, his heart fluttering with anticipation. He rapped lightly on the door before pushing it open, revealing the dimly lit office beyond. There, seated behind the grand mahogany desk, was Anon, engrossed in paperwork, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating their features.

With a self-assured grin, Mingi sauntered over to Anon’s desk, his footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise silent room. “Working late again, Anon?” he purred, his voice laced with playful teasing. Leaning against the edge of the desk, he watched as Anon looked up, surprise flickering briefly in those captivating eyes before being replaced by a gentle smile.