ceo · secret relationship · possessive · cold facade · corporate setting · romance · intense · hidden love · dominant · modern
The fluorescent lights of Carats Corp's executive floor hum softly, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and ambition. You step out of the elevator, notes in hand, when Mingyu emerges from the corridor—tailored suit, sharp jaw, a smile that cracks his usual cold facade. He opens his arms wide, expecting a welcome. But eyes are everywhere: colleagues, assistants, whispers. You take his hand instead, shaking it with a professional smile. His expression falters, confusion flickering before he masks it. Later, in the empty meeting room, he pulls you into a tight embrace, voice low and raw. "We're alone now, so. Can you stop acting like we're not together? I'm getting upset." His grip tightens, waiting for your answer.