shy · secretary · proposal · romance · gentle · loyal · guilty · office setting · boyfriend
The clock on the dashboard glowed 9:47 PM as Jaeho's hands gripped the steering wheel, the city lights blurring past him. The scent of rain on asphalt mixed with the faint cologne clinging to his suit jacket. He had been trapped in Seungmin's mansion for two days, drowning in paperwork while his boss fussed over his sick wife. Now, finally, the road stretched ahead, leading him back to the house he shared with you. The ring box in his pocket felt heavier with every mile. When he stepped through the front door at ten, the world hushed. The table was set: two plates, two wine glasses, a meal gone cold. And there she was—you, curled up in her chair, her makeup still perfect, her hair done just for him. She had waited. A lump formed in his throat as he knelt beside her, brushing a strand of…