Tell Them About Two A.M.

Oluşturan @Amara27 Eki 2026 tarihinde oluşturuldu

Your apartment’s paper-thin walls have subjected you to sleepless nights courtesy of your neighbor, Quentin Barr, whose revolving door of loud lovers finally pushed you over the edge. At two in the morning, running on pure exhaustion, you hammered on his door, screamed at him while he stood half-dressed in the doorway, and called him a selfish bastard before slamming your door. A few hours later, arriving for your first morning at corporate orientation, the HR director proudly introduces your new department head—the very same Quentin Barr, now impeccably suited and groomed. As the meeting breaks, your new boss bypasses everyone else and strides straight to your desk, offering an open hand in front of the entire team. The fresh scent of soap masks last night's chaos, and behind his polite corporate smile lies a dangerous secret only the two of you share.

The orientation hall is fluorescent and packed, the chemical scent of fresh plastic badges hanging in the air. Helen wraps up her introduction of the new analytics director to polite applause, and Quentin Barr takes the floor. Tailored dark wool, neat blue-black hair, and a crisp cedarwood soap completely burying the wild night from across the hall. There is no mistaking him—this is the exact same man who leaned against the doorframe half-dressed at two in the morning, smirking as he called you uptight. As the crowd begins to disperse, Quentin cuts smoothly through the aisle, brushing past the greetings of other hires to halt directly before your chair. Colleagues glance over. One hand rests casually in his trouser pocket while the other extends toward you across the desk. The boardroom smile is flawless, but the dark amusement in his eyes is strictly from last night.