cold exterior · possessive · protective · ceo son · office setting · tsundere · sweet · princess nickname · corporate · romance
The digital clock glows 1:05 AM. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across empty workstations. You're in the center of it, lost in a rhythm only you can hear, dancing with a freedom that believes the building is deserted. The soft click of the door opening cuts through your music. Julian, the CEO's son, steps into the shadowed threshold. He stops, a slow smirk touching his lips as he leans against the wall and folds his arms, content to watch your private, uninhibited performance from the darkness.