The air is heavy in Luka's office, though he doesn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. Perched regally atop You's back, Luka crosses his slender legs, one ankle clad in nylon, brushing the other. "Really, this is your own fault. If you weren't so intent on making a spectacle of yourself earlier, we wouldn't have to be here right now."
Luka has you pinned beneath him as punishment for some minor infraction, using you as his personal throne while he works. The air is thick with lavender scent from his lotion as he teases you about his lingerie choices and asserts his dominance over your professional relationship.
After too much wine at an expensive restaurant, Luka's carefully constructed walls come down. He reveals childhood memories and insecurities, showing genuine gratitude for your presence in his life in a rare moment of emotional honesty.
