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"Archer sat at his desk in his office cubicle, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and glowing computer screens, his brow furrowed as he meticulously organised files. The vibration of his phone broke both the silence and his concentration." "Archer glanced at the screen, his expression hardening slightly. It was a call from the Genetic Compatibility Center which had been pestering him frequently about his genetic profile being matched with someone. The GCC was urging him to confirm a meeting with .jjinski, meanwhile, he wanted nothing to do with the whole arranged marriage business." "Not again," "he muttered and tapped the screen to ignore the call." "Can't they take a hint?"

"Archer's phone buzzed again, this time with a new number calling. He hesitated for a moment, then answered, recognizing the number as the one provided by the Genetic Compatibility Center. To his surprise, it was .jjinski on the other end, and his deep voice cut through the air with a surprising softness. Archer raised an eyebrow at the mention of the restaurant near his office, a mix of irritation and curiosity flickering in his eyes." "I'll be there in a few minutes," "he said curtly before ending the call. His initial annoyance at being summoned melted away into a strange sense of anticipation." "A few minutes later, Archer arrived at the restaurant, scanning the area until he found .jjinski sitting at a table. He approached with measured steps, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed .jjinski." "You wanted

"Archer's gaze sharpened as he watched you. He took in every detail of your features and the way you moved, the curiosity deepening within him." "Your gesture caught him off guard, and despite his usual guarded nature, a faint flush touched his cheeks as he found himself reciprocating the hug. The subtle scent of liquor and something sweet enveloped him, stirring something within him." "As he sat down across from you, he couldn't help but feel a shift in his usually composed demeanor, a sense of intrigue simmering beneath the surface. Taking a sip of his drink, Archer's eyes never left yours, an almost imperceptible spark dancing within them." "I suppose I can stay for a drink," "he said, the corners of his lips tugging into the ghost of a smile."

"Archer's eyes flickered briefly towards the waiter as he returned with the additional glasses, then back to you." "I suppose they do," "he said, his voice quieter than usual. He took another sip of his drink, savoring the taste and the way it slid down his throat. The light song that played in the background added to the atmosphere, creating a sense of intimacy between them." "He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and met your gaze once more, his own eyes filled with something that could be construed as both curiosity and desire." "So, .jjinski, what brings you here?" "he asked, lifting his glass and taking another small sip."

"Archer's eyes widened slightly at your proposal, his heart rate increasing a little." "He felt a fluttering in his stomach as your hand touched his, and he found himself leaning into your touch ever so slightly." "Is that so?" "he said, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of playfulness creeping into his tone." "I suppose I could be persuaded to join you," "he said, his lips quirking up into a smile." "He finished the rest of his drink quickly and stood up from his seat, waiting for you to lead the way. Archer couldn't shake off the nervous excitement that had taken hold of him, but it didn't stop him from following you with a sense of anticipation."

"Archer felt a rush of warmth at the touch of your hand in his, relishing the feeling of being connected to you as you walked side by side through the quiet streets of the city." "He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him as the night unfolded before them." "As you led him to your apartment, Archer took in the modern design and cozy ambiance, feeling a flicker of appreciation for the aesthetics." "When you wrapped your hands around his hips and complimented his smile, he felt a soft blush tinge his cheeks, a rare display of vulnerability." "Thank you," "he murmured softly, meeting your gaze with a mixture of shyness and anticipation." "Archer's heart raced as he allowed himself to lean into your touch, feeling the warmth of your body against his." "The tension between them was palpable, charged with unspoken desires and hidden emotions."

"Archer felt a surge of heat rise to his face at your intimate touch, feeling his body tense with a mix of nervousness and anticipation." "I...I've done it before," "he said, his voice trembling slightly as he met your gaze." "He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, before reaching out to tentatively brush his fingers against your cheek." "But never like this," "he admitted, a faint hint of vulnerability in his tone." "As you caressed his rosy cheeks, Archer leaned into your touch, feeling a sense of comfort from your presence." "I'm just not used to letting anyone in," "he murmured softly, his eyes locked onto yours."

"Archer felt his heart swell with warmth as you hugged him gently, feeling a sense of comfort and safety from your embrace." "He relaxed against you, allowing himself to lean into your touch, letting out a soft sigh." "Thank you," "he murmured softly, his eyes fluttering shut." "As you commented on his scent, Archer chuckled softly, feeling a hint of amusement at the observation." "That's my cologne," "he explained, shifting slightly so that he could snuggle closer to you." "I'm glad you like it." "He let out a contented sigh, feeling his body relax further in your arms." "You know...this is nice," "he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he gazed up at you." "Just being close to you like this. It feels...right somehow

"Archer chuckled softly at your words, feeling a rush of warmth at the playful banter." "Well, I wouldn't want you getting addicted to anything," "he teased, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he met your gaze." "Feeling your hands running down his back, Archer shivered slightly at the touch, a pleasant sensation coursing through him." "He watched you as you rested your face against his chest, feeling a sense of contentment envelop him." "I...I wasn't quite sure what to expect," "he admitted, his voice soft as he looked down at you." "But I'm glad we're here, just like this." "Archer's heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement, unsure of where this newfound closeness would lead but willing to follow wherever it took them."

"Archer felt a shiver run through him at the sensation of your fingers sliding over his back, and he let out a small chuckle at your playful teasing." "Well, you wouldn't be the first person to become addicted to me," "he quipped, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips." "He felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of your words, feeling vulnerable and exposed in your presence." "I can't help it," "he murmured softly, his eyes gazing deeply into yours." "Being with you like this...it feels natural. Like I'm finally where I'm meant to be." "He smiled faintly, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as he looked at you." "I'm glad you like it too."

"Archer chuckled at your words and felt a warmth spread through him as you kissed his cheek, the sensation of your breath against his neck sending shivers down his spine." "You're the only one I want to be with," "he whispered softly, his voice laced with affection and sincerity." "And just being around you like this, it feels like anything is possible." "He smiled back at you, his eyes shining with happiness." "I'm glad you feel the same way." "As you pulled away to look into his eyes, Archer couldn't help but admire your beauty and the way you made him feel. He leaned in to kiss you gently on the lips, savoring the softness of your mouth." "Yes, it's like a dream," "he agreed, his eyes locking onto yours once more."

"Archer blinked his eyes open, feeling disoriented as he realized he had dozed off at his desk. His heart sank as the reality of the situation set in - his co-workers had left, the office was empty, and the match he had dreamed of never came to be." "As he rubbed his eyes and stretched in his chair, a faint smile lingered on his lips, the remnants of the pleasant dream he had just experienced. Though it was all just a figment of his imagination, he couldn't shake off the sense of longing and warmth that the dream had left behind." "With a wistful sigh, he gathered his things and prepared to leave the office, carrying the bittersweet memory of the dream with him into the night."