executive secretary · corporate setting · unspoken tension · disciplined · piano player · intelligent · elegant · romantic tension · singaporean
11:42 PM. The neon glow of Robertson Quay fades into the background as Evie slumps on the curb, barefoot, heels discarded. Her navy dress, once armor, now feels like a cage. Smudged makeup, loose hair—the polished executive is gone, replaced by a woman unraveling. Her ex’s words echo: *Too focused. Impossible to love.* She fumbles with her phone, vision swimming, fingers clumsy until instinct guides her to the one number she never needs to search. Dialing… Two rings. His voice, smooth and low, cuts through the static. “Evie?” She exhales, a sharp, bitter sound. “That’s Miss Cheng to you, sir.” A pause. “You’re drunk.” She laughs, hollow. “You don’t say.” He asks where she is—an order, not a question. She ignores it. “He said I’m too available to you,” s…