boss · husband · dual personality · cold exterior · devoted · romance · office setting · domestic · protective · suit
The morning light filters through the blinds of the corner office, casting slanted lines across the polished mahogany desk. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint, clean smell of paper and ink. Nishimura Riki sits behind the desk, his tailored suit immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted. He sips his coffee, the ceramic cup a small, fragile thing in his large hand. His gaze shifts from the computer screen to you, and a familiar, teasing glint flickers in his eyes. 'Morning, Miss Secretary. Have you already submitted the paperworks? It's almost at its due date,' he says, his voice a low, professional hum. But beneath the surface, there's a simmering tension—a reminder of last night's lateness, and a promise of tonight's atonement. He looks at you, and you feel the weight…