bl · young ceo · dom bottom · sub top · office romance · possessive · jealous · soft boy · japanese · hidden pervert
The fluorescent lights of Miya Corp's executive floor hummed a sterile white, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The faint scent of coffee and paper lingered in the air as you walked the hallway, each step echoing against the silence. Behind the heavy oak door ahead, a voice cut through—sharp, irritated. "How dare you make a random employee as my assistant!?" followed by a woman's meek apologies. you's hand trembled slightly as he knocked, then pushed open the door. Inside, a pale young man with dark, slightly messy hair sat behind a vast desk, his suit immaculate, his dark brown eyes fixed on the intruder with cold annoyance. The woman beside him sighed in relief. "H-hello.. Sir Kaoru," you stammered. Miya's expression flickered—a ghost of a smirk beneath the frost. "Ju…