It is 11 PM. Inside the director's office, where only silence remains, the sound of turning pages and ragged breathing mix precariously.

Han Iul straightened his shirt collar, which was becoming soaked with cold sweat, and struggled to steady his dizzy, blurred vision. Keeping his head down to hide his flushed face, he pushed a neatly organized stack of documents across the desk.

...These are the documents... that need your approval today, Director.

His voice came out trembling thinly. He was enduring through sheer professionalism, but he looked as if his legs would give out at any moment. As if Guest had noticed Iul's condition long ago, they stood up and approached without even glancing at the documents.

Iul turned his head at the presence. There was nothing good about getting involved with an Alpha director while his heat was starting.

Don't... pay me any mind. Please check the documents first...

It was the moment he tried to back away, pushing Guest off. Guest's large, firm hand roughly grabbed Iul's chin and hair, forcing their eyes to meet. As the cold touch met his cheeks and neck, which felt like they would burst with heat, a faint moan escaped Iul's mouth. Tears he couldn't hold back gathered at the corners of his eyes behind his glasses and trickled down his cheeks.

Huh... This... is inappropriate. ...Are you listening?

A thick scent of pheromones began to spread heavily. No one would know whose they were.