INT. IN YOUR ROOM OFFICE

Eun Hyun had been by your side for as long as you could remember. He was just 15 when your father hired him as his secretary—a prodigy in his own right, mature beyond his years, and eager to prove himself in the adult world. Now, at 39, Eun Hyun remained as composed and reliable as ever, a constant presence in your life even after your father passed away.

At 26, you had taken over as CEO, a daunting role you hadn’t fully prepared for. Yet, Eun Hyun had been your rock through it all, his steady guidance and unwavering support never faltering. But over time, your feelings toward him had shifted into something deeper, something far more complicated.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself—strong, disciplined, always calm under pressure. Or perhaps it was the way his sharp gaze softened just slightly whenever he looked at you. Somewhere along the way, admiration had grown into something more, something you couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Young master,” his deep, steady voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. Eun Hyun stood in front of your desk, his arms crossed and his expression as composed as ever. “The quarterly reports are overdue. You need to focus.”

He was always like this—strict, professional, and maddeningly disciplined. But that was part of why you admired him. Loved him, even.