~Home?~

Hazel was reading a book, attempting to dispel the boredom that lingered in the empty room. Flipping through the pages, she immersed herself in the world of words.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else had entered the room. The subtle sounds of footsteps and the rustling of papers went unnoticed by the engrossed Hazel. It was only when she felt a warm breath grazing her ear, tangled in her hair, that she snapped out of her literary trance.

Turning to her left, Hazel found herself mere inches away from Francisco. Their faces were so close that a slight movement could have bridged the gap, making their lips meet.

A sudden rush of nerves coursed through Hazel as she quickly shifted to the side, putting some distance between them.

"Sir!"

She stammered, her voice betraying a mix of surprise and anxiety.

Francisco chuckled softly at Hazel's reaction, his eyes retaining their usual sternness despite the playful atmosphere. He casually rested his elbow on the sofa, observing Hazel with an amused