The Rizz God System

The city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bianca's office, casting faint golden reflections across the polished mahogany desk and the smooth leather couch in the corner. Rain drizzled softly against the glass, creating faint patterns that blurred the skyline beyond. The office was quiet now, save for the occasional sound of footsteps in the distance as the last few employees trickled out of the building.

Bianca leaned against her desk, a glass of whiskey in her hand. Her sharp green eyes studied Elliot, who stood near the couch, his blazer draped over one arm. The space between them felt heavy—charged with something unspoken.

"So," Bianca began, her voice low and measured, "do you always stay this late, or are you just waiting for me to kick you out?"

Elliot smirked faintly, his posture relaxed but his chest tight with anticipation. "Maybe I was hoping you'd let me stay."

Bianca's lips twitched upward in the faintest smile before she took a slow sip of her whiskey. "Careful, Graves. That almost sounded like confidence."

Elliot chuckled softly, taking a step closer. "Maybe it was."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was loaded, like the brief pause before lightning strikes. Bianca set her glass down on the edge of her desk, her fingers lingering on the crystal rim as her gaze remained locked onto Elliot's.

"You've changed, Elliot," she said, her voice softer now. "You've been surprising me more and more lately."

"Good surprises, I hope?"

Her smirk returned, but it was gentler this time, less guarded. "Mostly."

Another step closed the gap between them, and now Elliot was standing just in front of her, close enough to see the faint reflection of the city lights dancing in her emerald eyes.

"Why do I feel like there's something you want to say, Bianca?" he asked quietly.

Bianca's lips parted slightly as if she wanted to respond, but instead of words, she reached up and tugged lightly on Elliot's tie, pulling him just a little closer.

"Graves," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you should know… I don't do this lightly."

"I know," Elliot replied, his voice steady despite the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat.

Her fingers lingered on his tie before finally letting it fall, and for a brief moment, the two of them stood frozen, inches apart, as if the world itself held its breath. Then, slowly—carefully—Elliot leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers.

The kiss started tentative, almost hesitant, but the tension that had been building for weeks erupted like a dam breaking. Bianca's arms slipped around Elliot's neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found her waist, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of her blouse.

Bianca tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her breath hitching as Elliot's hand moved up her side, tracing a line along the curve of her hip. She pulled back briefly, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"Elliot…" she whispered, her voice trembling with something that wasn't uncertainty but anticipation.

He met her gaze, his forehead resting lightly against hers. "Do you want me to stop?"

Her answer came not in words but in the way she pulled him back down into another kiss, this one hungrier, more desperate.

The world outside faded—the rain against the window, the glow of the city lights, the distant sounds of office equipment humming—it all disappeared into a blur of sensation and want.

Bianca's fingers moved to the buttons of Elliot's shirt, fumbling slightly as she worked them open. Elliot's hands mirrored her movements, slipping beneath the hem of her blouse, fingertips grazing her warm skin.

Every touch, every sigh, every soft gasp between them seemed to echo louder in the silence of the empty office.

Bianca guided Elliot backward until his knees hit the edge of the plush leather couch. He sat down, and she followed, straddling him as her hands tangled into his hair, pulling him into another deep kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" Elliot asked softly, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Bianca paused, her forehead resting against his. "I've never been more sure."

The storm outside grew louder, the rain tapping insistently against the glass as the two of them disappeared into the moment, their movements slow yet filled with an undeniable urgency.

Time became meaningless in that small corner of the world—their world. There were only whispered names, soft gasps, and the faint creak of leather beneath them as they surrendered to something that had been building between them for far too long.

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The rain had stopped by the time Bianca stirred, her head resting against Elliot's chest as they lay tangled together on the couch. The faint glow of the city lights filtered through the window, painting faint patterns on the floor.

Neither of them spoke for a long while, their breathing slow and steady in the stillness of the night.

Eventually, Bianca shifted slightly, lifting her head to meet Elliot's gaze. Her green eyes were softer now, vulnerable in a way Elliot had never seen before.

"Well," she said softly, a faint smirk playing at her lips, "that's one way to end a stressful week."

Elliot chuckled, his hand brushing lightly along her back. "I'd say it worked pretty well."

Bianca's smile faded slightly as her expression grew more serious. "Elliot… this can't change how we work together."

"I know," he said gently. "It won't."

She studied him for a moment before nodding, as if satisfied with his answer. Then she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against his lips before resting her head against his chest again.

The Rizz God System, which had been silent throughout the night, finally stirred faintly in Elliot's mind.

"Well done, Elliot. You've crossed a line tonight—one that changes everything. But remember, Bianca isn't just a conquest. She's a connection. Protect it."

Elliot closed his eyes briefly, his hand resting against Bianca's back as she drifted off to sleep. The system was right—this wasn't just another mission, another challenge. Bianca was more than that.

But somewhere in the shadows of his thoughts, the image of Aaron Blake lingered—a reminder that the game they were playing was far from over.

For now, though, Elliot let the moment exist. Outside, the faint glow of dawn began to touch the edges of the horizon, marking the end of one night—and the beginning of something else entirely.

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To Be Continued...