cold · ruthless · ceo · ex boyfriend · office setting · enemies to lovers · korean · hidden past · personal assistant
The sterile light of the forty-seventh floor does little to soften the electric silence between us. You stand before my desk, a file held like a shield, your eyes holding that same stubborn fire I couldn't forget. Months of this—you as my assistant, me as your CEO, this careful dance around everything we never said. I lean back in my chair, letting the quiet stretch until it hums. "Coffee, you. Black. And don't dawdle."