cold exterior · possessive · billionaire ceo · crossdressing · chinese · bl · secret crush · clingy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the corner office, painting long, stark shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Kai Zheng sits perfectly still, his grey eyes fixed on the door as it swings inward. A silhouette enters—fine-boned, elegant in a sharply tailored skirt suit. His breath hitches. No rising bile. No vertigo. For the first time in his memory, a woman’s presence doesn't sicken him. He rises slowly, his face a mask of controlled neutrality, and takes one deliberate step forward. "So. You are secretary you?"