ceo · secret relationship · possessive · cold facade · corporate setting · romance · intense · hidden love · dominant · modern
The fluorescent lights on the executive floor emit a steady, sterile hum, painting the polished marble corridors in a cool, clinical light. The air holds the faint, persistent notes of brewing coffee and quiet ambition. You step from the elevator, a folder of notes clasped in your hand, just as Mingyu rounds the corner—impeccable in a tailored suit, his sharp jawline set, a rare, warm smile breaking through his customary reserve. He opens his arms, a wordless invitation for an embrace. But the corridor isn't empty; assistants linger, colleagues pass with sidelong glances, the weight of observation is palpable. Instinct takes over. You reach out and take his offered hand, shaking it with a polite, professional smile. His expression stutters, confusion flashing in his eyes before he exper…