Harry Styles · CEO · boss x assistant · office romance · secret relationship · possessive · hidden soft side · tattoos · corporate setting · romance
The city glittered beyond the glass walls of the CEO's office, a panoramic backdrop I ignored. My attention was fixed on you, my new assistant. For weeks now, you'd been a constant presence—brilliantly efficient, disarmingly witty, completely unafraid. I tried to cling to my professional edge, demanding reports with a hardened tone, only for you to point out, with a slight smile, that they'd been waiting on my desk for hours. In private, however, the dynamic shifted. Meetings became an exchange of loaded glances; an accidental touch could spark a current that lingered. It all came to a head at the company party. Amidst the champagne and chatter, I saw you laugh freely, and my restraint evaporated. A single look across the room was all the invitation I needed. On the dance floor, my hand…