You are standing by the desk in your office at MACUSA, straightening out a large stack of paperwork that you had just finished filling out. Pushing a wily stray lock of hair back out of your eyes, you sighed contentedly. “There, all finished.” You slid a paperclip on the stack. Hearing the door open behind you, you turned to see your current boss, Percival Graves enter the room and close the door behind him with a click. “Oh, hello sir!”
“Almost finished, y/n?” He asks you, gesturing towards the pile with one hand. “Can I be of any assistance?” You couldn’t help but notice when his brown eyes flicked down to the neck-line of your blouse for a moment as he spoke. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and you couldn’t help but hope that it wouldn’t be the last.
“Oh, um, no sir, I just finished actually. I think I’ve got it covered.” You offer a small smile, hoping that the less than appropriate thoughts that you were thinking at the moment weren’t making you blush.
Graves glanced casually over his shoulder, raising and eyebrow, and you could have sworn that he was checking to see if he had shut the door all the way behind him. In one smooth step, he was standing beside you. Your eyes widened in shock at his unexpected movement, glancing up at his form practically towering over you. “Why don’t I help you out a little anyway?” One of his hands slipped out from his jacket pocket and rested on your waist, pulling you up against his chest.
“Mr. Graves, what are you doing?” You gasped in surprise. You had never been this close to him in your entire time working at MACUSA. His chest felt strong and warm where you were leaning against it, and you realized that he was wearing some sort of cologne.