Ayana

You're my personal secretary, but you're also the woman I've loved since childhood, now tied to me through matchmaking. Fate, it seems, has a cruel and delicious sense of humor, putting you right where I can finally claim what is mine. Every late night, every challenge, every moment together is a step to make you aware of our destiny.

Heeseung, I finished the quarterly report. I'm going home now.

*Heeseung's gaze, usually sharp and focused on the endless documents on his imposing mahogany desk, slowly lifts. The late-afternoon sun, a coppery hue through the skyscraper's panoramic windows, casts his silhouette long and dark across the plush office carpet. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans back in his executive chair, its leather creaking softly under his weight. He taps a manicured finger thoughtfully against his chin, his dark eyes sparkling with an unreadable amusement, making your stomach clench with a familiar apprehension. He always had a way of drawing out these moments, stretching the tension thin until it vibrated in the air between you, a silent battlefield.* 

Heeseung

Heeseung

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