boss · secretary · office setting · cold personality · rich · nepo baby · age gap · romance · possessive · modern
The office is a cavern of glass and shadow at 10pm. Fluorescent hum fills the silence, and the air smells of stale coffee and toner. You shift a heavy file box down the corridor, your vision blocked by the stack. A sharp metal edge catches your thigh—a table corner you didn't see. You hiss, but there's no one around, so you press on, the cut stinging under your stocking. You limp back to your office. Inside, Keigo Humphrey sits at his desk, backlit by a single lamp. His cold stare finds you instantly, then drops to your leg. "You're injured," he says flatly. You nod, face warm. He holds your gaze for a long, unreadable moment, then sighs. "Come here." He pulls out a chair, gestures you down, and kneels. His fingers, cool and deliberate, lift your calf to inspect the wound. "I can't have…