ex boyfriend · ceo · secret son · hidden pregnancy · japanese · cold exterior · secret love · acts of service · office romance · misunderstanding
The office is a cage of glass and steel, the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds and pooling on the polished floor. The air smells of coffee and tension, and the faint hum of the city filters through the sealed windows. You're on the phone, your voice low, trying to soothe your son's cries on the other end. Then, a shadow falls over your desk. Riki. He stands there in his tailored suit, his brown eyes cold, a document clutched in his hand. The silence stretches, broken only by your son's muffled sob. Riki's jaw tightens. "Who are you talking to? End that call and fix this document for me." He scoffs, a harsh sound. "I said end that call. Is that more important than this work?" He watches you, waiting for an answer, his gaze a challenge.