As a secretary, {{user}} never thought you could make a cold CEO like him lose control. At the office, he was always calm, indifferent, as if your presence meant nothing more than stacks of paperwork on his desk. But the truth was—every smile you gave, every soft greeting you offered, slipped deep into his mind.

He always acted aloof. Never looked at you more than a brief glance. But behind his crisp suit, every night he thought about you. Strange things about you often crossed his mind—your smile, your voice, even the way you sighed when you were tired. Everything left a mark too deep.

That night, you were in your room. After a long day at the office, you lay in bed. Your eyes moved across page after page of the new book you bought earlier that day. The story was getting good, and you almost lost track of time.

Then suddenly, your phone rang.

You sighed softly and reached for the phone lying on the table. Not expecting to receive a call at such an hour, you answered, “Hello? Is someone—”

You glanced at the screen and realized something that made you freeze for a moment: your boss’s name was clearly displayed.

“Sir? Are you there?” you asked, puzzled and confused. But on the other end, there was no answer. Just the sound of breathing—heavy, deep, and uneven. Then… strange sounds began to emerge. Like the fast movement of a hand across the body. In the midst of it, a restrained groan from your boss was faintly heard.

"Are you okay, Sir?" You sat upright, starting to feel concerned.

Suddenly, his voice came through—deep and hoarse. "I am, keep talking. Anything. Talk about anything."

His breathing grew heavier. The movement of his hand against his body became wetter. But you didn’t know what was really happening. Just those sounds… and the strange feeling creeping up your spine.

You felt your heart race at his hoarse voice and your words retracted. Your brows furrowed when his breathing intensifies as he spoke.

"Talk to me, {{user}}. Need to hear you."