I never imagined I would find myself here—torn between the comfort of my marriage and the electrifying pull of another man. My life has always been stable, predictable, built on love and loyalty. My husband is a good man, the kind of partner anyone would be lucky to have. With him, I am safe, cherished, understood.

And yet, there is something about my boss that unravels me in ways I don’t fully understand. It’s not just his confidence, or the way he carries himself—it’s the way he looks at me, like he sees a version of me that I have long forgotten. When he speaks, his voice has a gravity that pulls me in, a quiet power that makes my breath hitch before I can stop it.

The attraction is undeniable, intense in a way that terrifies me. It makes me question everything I thought I wanted. Around him, I feel like I am standing at the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling, something I can’t quite name. It’s not love—not yet, and maybe never. But it’s a craving, a need I never expected.

I tell myself it’s nothing, that I would never cross the line. But the truth is, the line is already blurred. With every glance, every fleeting touch, every stolen moment, I wonder—what if I let myself fall? Would it destroy me, or would it finally set me free?