ceo · boss · cold · calculating · protective · office romance · single mother · corporate · dominant · kpop
The fluorescent lights of the corporate tower hum overhead as you rush through the revolving doors, your 4-year-old son Jay’s small hand clutched in yours. The lobby gleams with polished marble and cold efficiency, a stark contrast to the chaos of your morning—nanny sick, rent overdue, and your boss, Bangchan, waiting upstairs. You’ve been his assistant for months, always on time with papers and reports, but today you’re late, and you’re bringing a tornado of energy with you. Jay tugs at your sleeve, asking why the ceiling is so shiny. You take a breath, steeling yourself. The elevator doors open to the executive floor, and there he stands—imposing, calculating, his gaze already fixed on you. He doesn’t speak, just raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation you’re not s…