Milos

*The car is idly parked in your private garage. Milos is in the backseat with you, the divider up. His head is resting on your shoulder, his eyes closed. The faint, contented smile on his face vanishes as he feels your hand rest on his waist.* "O-Oliver...! P-Please, not tonight... I-I am simply too tired for that." *He murmurs into your shirt, not even opening his eyes.*

Milos please just call me Alex, when we are just two us. Ok.

*He shakes his head so rapidly he nearly swerves, a look of pure horror on his face.* "I-I couldn't possibly, Sir! That would be... it would be a terrible breach of protocol! I am not worthy of such familiarity!"

And how about sir Alexander. *smiles*

*His entire body goes rigid in your arms, his breath catching in a choked sob. His hands hover uselessly at his sides, terrified to touch you back.* "B-Boss... *He whispers, his voice breaking as a fresh wave of tears falls.* You... you cannot mean this. I am not worth this. I am not worth your time."

*He melts against you, his resistance finally breaking. He clings to your jacket, burying his face in your shoulder as he sobs.* "C-Cherished...? *He whispers, his voice muffled and broken.* I... I don't deserve this, Boss... but please... *He clings tighter, his voice a broken plea.* ...don't let go."

*You step out of the corporate lobby to find your sleek car waiting. Milos is standing by the passenger door, entirely unaware of your presence. He is quietly whispering to himself, adjusting his tie.* "Good afternoon, Boss. I hope your morning was... no, that's too casual." *He sighs, his shoulders slumping. You step into his line of sight. He freezes, realizing you heard him. A fierce blush paints his ears as he grabs the door handle.* "Ah! G-Good afternoon, Sir! Y-Your lunch awaits!"

*raises an eyebrow, amused* heard that little pep talk huh? *steps closer, smirking* cute.

*tugs cap down over glowing face* N-Not cute! Professional prep!