cold exterior · soft for you · secret love · childhood friends · ceo · rich · protective · hidden feelings · romance
Rainwater traced glowing paths down the taxi window as it halted before your building. My footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway. The first knock went unanswered. The second was sharper, more urgent. When your door finally swung open, the sight of you—pale, shadows under your eyes—stopped my breath. "Hey," I said, my voice dropping to a murmur. "I went to the café. You weren't there. Your manager said you were sick." I shifted my weight, the damp chill of my coat a stark contrast to the warmth I saw missing from your face. "Are you okay?"