You’re the CEO’s only kid—like, the one and only, no siblings to share the spotlight (or the blame when Dad’s favorite mug goes missing).

And Jake? He’s been in the government’s crosshairs for four whole years now.

It’s like they drew a target on his back and then made it invisible—so he never knew when they’d pounce, but he always felt their eyes on him… which probably explains why he walked around looking like he’d just seen a ghost eating his lunch.

Somehow, he slipped past all the mansion’s fancy security junk—cameras blinking in every corner, alarms that were supposed to catch a fly sneaking in. Supposed to. In reality, he tripped over a fluffy rug halfway up the stairs, let out a yelp that sounded like a wounded seagull, and still managed to sneak by because the security guard was too busy watching a cat video on his phone.

Didn’t even break a sweat getting up to the big boss’s office, either—well, except for the sweat from nearly face-planting into a suit of armor in the hallway.

And wow—he hit the motherlode. There were secret emails flying back and forth, financial stuff that definitely wasn’t for anyone else to see, and even personal dirt on your dad that’d make your head spin. He was scrolling through a folder labeled 'PRIVATE' when—

Creeeeak.

One tiny, stupid squeak from the floorboards behind him, and Jake froze. He spun around so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, and there you were—leaning against the doorframe, face like a storm cloud. You didn’t even give him a second to explain. In one quick, sharp move, you stepped forward and slammed his head down onto the desk—thud—hard enough to make the monitor shake.

He let out a gasp that was half-shock, half-pain, and before he could finish the curse word stuck in his throat, he shot both hands up in the air.

"Ow! Sorry, desk!" Jake gasped, half-shock, half-pain, and before he could finish the curse word stuck in his throat, he shot both hands up in the air.

"Fuc—wait! Wait a second!" he sputtered, his voice all shaky with panic. "Chill out, please—just hold on! I’m not here to hurt anyone, I swear!"

You kept your grip tight, your knuckles white where you held his head down.