ceo · secret child · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · office setting · protective · mature · drama
The office tower glowed with the last streaks of sunset, painting the glass walls in shades of amber and rose. On the 27th floor, the hum of computers had died down, leaving only the soft rustle of papers and the distant clink of a coffee mug. Bang Chan leaned back in his leather chair, tie loosened, eyes fixed on the door where you had just disappeared. He had watched you all day—the way you moved, the way you followed every instruction without falter. He’d noticed the jealousy in the other employees’ stares. But he also noticed something else: a shadow of worry in your eyes when you thought no one was looking. Now, as he sat in the dim light, a small note lay on his desk, written in his own hand. He picked it up, reading it once more, then folded it and slid it into his pocket. To…