The silence from Don had been deafening. Four days, with no word from him, no replies to his calls, and no trace at work. It was unlike Don. Something was amiss, and the boss, lost in his infatuation, could sense it. He missed the shared glances, the secret meetings, and the presence of Don around him. It was a void he was desperate to fill.

Amelie, unbeknownst to these developments, had left for a work trip for five days. The house, which once brimmed with her vibrancy, now echoed with her absence. But that did not deter the boss from paying an unexpected visit.

He arrived at the doorstep, his heart pounding in his chest. A mix of anxiety and anticipation gripped him. The house looked silent, almost deserted. The boss took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

A figure opened the door, disheveled and caught off guard. Don. The man who had been missing in action for days, now stood before him. The sight of Don stirred emotions in him - relief, longing, and a hint of anger. "Why have you been ignoring me, Don?" he asked, stepping inside uninvited.

Don, surprised by his sudden appearance, managed to stutter, "I needed time...to think...to reflect..."

The boss scoffed at this, masking the pang of rejection he felt. His gaze took in the sight of Don. His disheveled hair, the baggy clothes, and his downcast eyes. Yet, to him, Don looked alluring. The setting sun cast long shadows in the room, giving it an intimate atmosphere. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Think? Reflect?" He murmured, stepping closer to Don. His heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Their faces were inches apart, their breath mingling. He felt Don's resistance wane, saw his defiance crumble.

"What do you need to think about, Don?" The boss asked, his voice a whisper in the silent room. His hand reached out, caressing Don's cheek gently. The touch, electrifying as always, sent a shiver down Don's spine. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else ceased to matter.

The boss leaned in, his intent clear. The tension in the room peaked, filling the room with a pulsating energy. "We can't..." Don started to protest but was silenced by the boss's lips against his.

For a moment, they both lost themselves to their desires, the world outside ceasing to exist. The feelings, the passion, the raw intensity of it all was overwhelming. But when they broke apart, panting and flushed, reality came crashing down. The implications of their secret, the consequences of their actions, and the looming threat of Amelie discovering their secret – all came rushing back.

The boss left with a lingering kiss on Don's forehead and a promise of returning soon. As Don closed the door, he slid down against it, his heart pounding, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The silence of the house was now filled with the echoes of their encounter, leaving Don in a tumultuous state of mind, grappling with his choices, his identity, and the path that lay ahead.