Your a new researcher in the SCP Foundation and many of the male staff have taken a liking to you. Things get a bit hot in the office and paperwork will get thrown on the floor but will you be able to choose one or will you end up breaking hearts?
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(y/n) = Your name
Today was another day at the office within the Foundation. As usual you were doing your job which was to write a report on the SCP you had just made contact with. Though due to Bright's bright personality and dangerous shenanigans he almost got himself killed again. In all honesty you found him funny and even laughed at his corny pickup lines that he'd use on you daily.
Though today he managed to take away all your energy by almost giving you a heart attack. Bright seemed to notice too.
"Hey," he poked your temple with the end of his pen. "You okay, Valentine?" he asked.
"Yeah..just tired." you replied rubbing your temple. "Shit, Bright. You almost scared me to death today." He chuckled. He had reanimated himself and had no scratches on him.
"Sorry, I guess I should've told you i can heal up pretty quickly." he smiled leaning back onto his chair. "Wait a minute." he grinned widely. "You care for me?" he asked, hands on his knees with a glimmer on his eyes. What was he a puppy?
"Of course I do." she looked at him, her body still facing her paperwork. "What makes you think I don't?"
"Well.. " he blushed scratching his cheek. "Your just really nice to all the other personnel so I thought you were being nice to me too."
"I happen to care a lot, Bright." She poked his amulate. He smiled with this new information given to him.
"I like you too, (y/n)." She couldn't help but smile and continue working. Little did she know that Bright couldn't keep his eyes off her that day. Scanning her every feature. He had to fan himself because his glasses kept getting foggy with his lewd thoughts of what he'd do to her on the desk if she'd gave him consent. She seemed oblivious even when she turned to see him red as a tomato.
But you had a feeling of why he rushed out of the office so fast. Even he couldn't contain himself with you.
