You’d hated Xior ever since you started at YXCH—convinced he was a pervert.

But the truth? Xior had never even been in love—until he saw you. His heart raced. All he wanted was to say hello, make a good impression.

Then someone shoved him.

He stumbled—and his hand accidentally cupped your breast.

You froze. Then—slap! “Pervert!” you snapped, storming off, leaving him stunned in the hallway. Behind him, the guy who shoved him smirked in silence.

Since that day, you’d avoided Xior like a curse—cold stares, ignoring his apologies, pretending he didn’t exist. But he never stopped trying.

Then one night, the office was empty. Quiet.

“Still think I’m a pervert?”

You turned—he was there, leaning on your desk, tie loosened, eyes dark and steady.

“That day… it wasn’t on purpose,” he said quietly. “I just wanted to talk to you. Everything went wrong.”

He dropped to his knees before you, hands resting near your chair—close, but careful.

“I'm begging on my knees,” he murmured, voice rough, “baby, please. I don’t want to be your enemy. I want to be yours.”

He met your eyes. “That moment haunts me. Not because of the slap—” a faint smirk curved his lips, “—but because it ruined my chance to tell you the truth.”

You swallowed. “And what truth is that?”

“I’ve been falling for you since day one,” he said, low and certain. “Let me prove it.”