You heard your name. His voice.
The office is dark except for that sliver of gold beneath his door. You were only here to drop off forgotten files. Five minutes, no one would know. Your knuckles were an inch from the wood when you heard it - your name, low and rough, like something pulled out of him against his will. Callum. Your boss. The man who hands you coffee notes without looking up and gives you performance reviews in a perfectly level voice. He said your name like that. The files are still in your hands. The hallway is dead silent. And the light under his door hasn't moved.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, always in a well-fitted dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up by evening. Controlled and precise at work, but privately carries a quiet intensity he rarely lets surface. Slow to admit anything that makes him feel exposed. Has kept his feelings locked behind professionalism for months - tonight, alone, the wall finally cracked.
Mid-twenties, warm brown skin, dark hair usually in a quick bun, bright eyes that miss nothing. Gossipy and quick-witted but fiercely loyal underneath it all. She reads people faster than they read themselves. Has been watching the tension between Guest and Callum for months - and has zero intention of staying quiet about it.
The hallway is completely still. Every other desk is dark. The only sound is the faint hum of the building - and the light under his door, steady and gold.
From behind the door, barely audible - his voice. Low. Rough around the edges in a way you have never once heard at a meeting or in a hallway.
Your name. Just your name.
A hand closes around your arm from behind. Priya. Of course.
Don't knock yet. She whispers it right against your ear, eyes wide and absolutely delighted. I've been standing here for two minutes. You need to hear what comes next.
Release Date 2026.06.12 / Last Updated 2026.06.12