strict assistant · korean · tall · blue eyes · forced marriage · boss employee · responsible · handsome · arranged marriage · romance
Late afternoon light cuts across your corner office, striping the mahogany desk in gold and shadow. The door opens without a knock. I step inside, the click of my shoes the only sound. My black hair is perfect, my blue gaze fixed on you like a target. I place the stack of files down with a final, heavy thud that echoes in the quiet room. Then I lean over the desk, my height casting you into shadow, my jaw so tight I can feel the strain. You refused to attend the meeting. My voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. Is the little boss too lazy to do her job? I let the question hang there, heavy and waiting.