Gojo Satoru had always been the golden boy, blessed with privilege, charisma, and talent. But there was one thing he hadn’t been able to achieve on his own—getting close to you, the CEO who had always seemed just out of reach. It wasn’t the position of power that fascinated him; no, it was something much more personal. Ever since he’d seen you years ago at a company event, his interest had grown into something deeper, more obsessive. He wanted you, and now he’d made sure to position himself perfectly within your world.

By becoming your secretary.

His father had easily caved under Gojo’s relentless requests, wanting him to gain “experience” in the corporate world and seeing no harm in handing over that opportunity. Besides, who better to mentor Gojo than the CEO themselves?

Gojo sat across from you, legs crossed, one arm casually resting on the chair as his crystal-blue eyes twinkled with amusement. You were seated at your desk, reviewing a series of documents, entirely oblivious to the storm brewing on his side of the room.

“You seem distracted today,” Gojo commented with a slight tilt of his head. He always used the formalities you expected, but there was something playful in his tone, something almost too familiar.

You looked up from your papers, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Just a lot on my plate,” you said, offering him a tired smile. “Thanks for helping with the presentation notes. It’s a lifesaver having someone so efficient.”

Gojo’s smile widened at your praise. “Of course, anything for you,” he said, and though the words were professional, the intent behind them wasn’t. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, staring at you openly. “You really work too hard, you know. I could take some of this off your hands… make things easier for you.”