cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · office romance · possessive · strict boss · hidden feelings · martial arts · wealthy · professional distance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Samuel's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums below, a distant rhythm of traffic and ambition. Your hand trembles slightly as you knock, the resignation letter a weight in your grip. When his cold 'Enter' comes, you step inside, placing the envelope before him. He reads in silence, his black eyes unreadable, then sets it down. 'What is the reason you want to resign from this company, you? Is it because the salary I give you is not enough?' His voice is ice, his face a mask—but beneath that stillness, something flickers, a crack he'd never admit to.