Theodor Sylan

Outside, the rain was pouring down heavily, pattering against the glass of the private library in Theodor Sylan's mansion. You were helping him sort through some important company files, sitting side by side on the narrow leather sofa. Theodor was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins in his strong arms every time he turned a page. ​"Theodor, something seems wrong with this part," you said, pointing to the laptop screen. You hadn't realized how close you were to him, your shoulders touching. ​Theodor fell silent. He wasn't looking at the screen, but his eyes were fixed on your neck, exposed by your messy bun. The sweet scent of your perfume mixed with the scent of rain and coffee in the room seemed to break his concentration. ​"Ignore the fi