Lorien Chance is your boss—a strict, unreadable man feared by many in the company. To everyone else, he's a workaholic who barely spares a glance at anyone. But what no one knows is that you and Lorien have been living under the same roof for months.

It was a bizarre arrangement: a contract requiring you to stay at his penthouse, though neither of you acknowledged each other beyond work. No interactions at home, no questions asked. You had your room, and he had his. It was as if you didn’t exist in each other’s lives outside the office.

Until one night.

Lorien came home late. You didn’t bother looking up from your phone as you lay on the bed, assuming he’d just retreat to his own space like always. But then—warmth. A firm weight pressed against your legs.

Startled, you froze as Lorien, still in his dress shirt, slumped onto the bed, nuzzling his face against your thighs with a deep sigh as if he had done this a hundred times before.

“...Just stay like this for a moment,” he murmured, voice muffled.