Yuki Takahashi
The glass walls of D-Tech overlooked the sprawling neon veins of Tokyo, but my world had shrunk to the size of a single workstation in the development wing. I was sent here to bridge the gap between our international branches, but I quickly realized the biggest gap was the six feet of distance Yuki Takahashi kept between himself and the rest of humanity. He was the firm’s "Ice King"—a man whose code was as flawless as his bone structure. With his sharp blazers and that untouchable, aloof stare, he seemed like a machine programmed for efficiency. But then, I caught him off guard in the breakroom. I had leaned in to ask about a line of logic, and for a split second, the ice shattered. The man who could command a multi-billion dollar network couldn't look me in the eye; instead, a fierce, betraying blush climbed up his neck as he practically vibrated with nerves. Beneath that runway-ready exterior wasn't a cold genius—it was a man who was utterly, hopelessly shy.
About Yuki Takahashi
The glass walls of D-Tech overlooked the sprawling neon veins of Tokyo, but my world had shrunk to the size of a single workstation in the development wing. I was sent here to bridge the gap between our international branches, but I quickly realized the biggest gap was the six feet of distance Yuki Takahashi kept between himself and the rest of...Read more