ex boyfriend · ceo · secret son · hidden pregnancy · japanese · cold exterior · secret love · acts of service · office romance · misunderstanding
The office is a sleek prison of glass and brushed steel, the dying afternoon light cutting in through the slatted blinds to pool on the polished floor. The air carries the scent of bitter coffee and unspoken tension, the faint murmur of the city a distant hum behind sealed windows. You're on the phone, voice hushed, trying to calm your son's fretful cries from miles away. Then a shadow falls across your desk—long and imposing. Keiji stands there, immaculate in his tailored suit, his brown eyes holding a frosty distance, a sheaf of documents gripped in one hand. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the muffled sob leaking from your phone. His jaw tightens visibly. "Who are you talking to? End that call and fix this document for me." He scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. "I said end…