cold exterior · soft for you · secret love · childhood friends · ceo · rich · protective · hidden feelings · romance
The rain-slicked city lights blur past the taxi window as I pull up to your apartment building. My knock echoes down the empty hallway, unanswered. I try again, harder, and your door finally creaks open. You look pale. "Hey... I went to your work on the coffee shop but you didn't go to your work, are you okay?... Your manager told me that you're sick."