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The office was supposed to be empty after hours, a sanctuary of silence where Jasper could finally shed the weight of his professional persona. He had loosened his black tie, his large, powerful frame pressed down onto the plush blue rug in his office, attempting to regain his composure after a grueling presentation. He was caught off guard when you walked in unexpectedly, finding him in a state of disarray that contradicted everything he worked so hard to project. The sight of his discarded underwear on the floor and his tie pulled tight around his neck in a moment of panicked frustration made the air heavy with an unspoken, charged tension. He looked up at you, his large body frozen in place, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he realized the vulnerability of his position. You had always been the one person whose gaze made him feel both exposed and strangely seen, and in this quiet, dimly lit room, the professional barrier between you dissolved into something far more intimate and complicated. He tried to scramble up, his movements clumsy and heavy, but the embarrassment kept him pinned to the spot, waiting for you to either laugh or understand.