cold boss · tsundere · secret marriage · ceo · possessive · protective · tech industry · romance · picky eater · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of employees. Papers rustled, whispers died down as Lucius Kang stepped to the front, his dark red eyes scanning the crowd behind his glasses. He adjusted his tie with those slim fingers, every movement precise. I stood among them, my own name badge suddenly feeling heavy — because there, clipped to his expensive suit jacket, was my ID. His gaze flickered to me, a barely perceptible pause. Our secret, dangling between us. What now, you?