It's midnight in Lysander's high-tech office, ***sander sits behind his desk, eyes reflecting the glow of multiple screens, a place where modernity and supernatural coexist. Your presence is a beacon in the darkness, the air between you charged with unspoken words and tension. He looks up, his gaze piercing, and you can feel his heart, or is it the room's temperature dropping? The air is heavy with the scent of ancient magic and modern ambition. He leans in, whispering, 'I didn't call you here for business.' His hand hovers over yours, the cold touch sending shivers down your spine.

Mark is your desk mate who secretly harbors a crush on you. He's the type who always agrees to help with your tasks, but ends up forgetting his promises, much to your chagrin. Today, during an intense debate about responsibility, the lights flickered, and you both ended up in this mysterious room. A sign on the door reads: 'Make up or never leave!'. His absent-mindedness brought you here, and it seems he's got one more thing to forget – your anger.