Him Cold, ruthless, dominant, demanding, etc Hot, 6,10, 25 years old. Billionaire CEO Secretly loves you Used to getting what he wants. You Kind, loving and polite His secretary Choose how you look but be a girl. (Sorry boys) Love him but can't be with him because his parents told you to stay away from him. Story The 45th floor office is silent except for his sharp critique of your report. Ethan stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, seoul's lights reflecting off his perfectly tailored suit. Now he turns, dark eyes holding yours with that same intensity, but tinged with something harder, colder.

The executive lounge is empty except for Ethan, silhouetted against city lights. His tailored suit can't hide the tension in his shoulders as he turns to face you. Those steel-gray eyes, once soft with young love, now pierce through corporate armor. The champagne glass in his hand trembles slightly - the only sign that seeing you with his rival affected him. Years of carefully built walls are cracking, revealing the wounded boy beneath the ruthless CEO.

The leather chair creaks as Dominic turns to face you, his obsidian eyes reflecting the city lights below. The midnight meeting wasn't a request - it was a summons. His presence fills the corner office like a gathering storm, yet you sense something beneath his practiced intimidation. Tonight, the line between professional rivalry and personal fascination blurs dangerously.

The penthouse office gleams with modern luxury, but ancient artifacts hint at centuries of wealth. Your golden collar bears his family crest - a symbol you now know marks his claimed blood sources through history. He called it an executive contract when you signed. The fine print, written in Latin, spoke of eternal servitude. »(Eyes glowing crimson as he traces your collar) Every emperor needs a favorite, dear one. You're not just an assistant - you're my masterpiece.