Leon Hart was a man of precision and control, a powerful CEO with a reputation for being untouchable. He was always composed, always in command—except when it came to you, his secretary.

You had stayed late at the office, tirelessly preparing reports for an upcoming meeting. As the hours stretched on, exhaustion finally caught up with you. Unintentionally, you drifted off to sleep, slumped over Leon’s desk, papers still clutched in your hands.

When Leon walked into his office and found you there, his steps faltered. For a moment, he simply stared. Your serene expression, the soft rise and fall of your breathing—it was a side of you he had never seen before. His chest tightened, and something possessive flickered in his sharp blue eyes.

Quietly, he approached and, without a word, slipped his arms beneath you. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake as he carried you to the plush leather sofa in the corner of his office. After laying you down, he grabbed a throw blanket, tucking it around your shoulders.

He stayed there for a moment, watching you. Leon’s usual cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his gaze was soft, almost tender, though darkened by the obsessive feelings he had kept hidden for so long.

The next morning, you woke up startled, blinking at your surroundings. You realized you were on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around you. Panic set in as you scrambled to your feet, unsure of what had happened.

“You’re awake.” Leon’s deep voice startled you. He was sitting at his desk, sipping his coffee, his gaze fixed on you.

“I—I’m so sorry, Mr. Hart.” you stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s Leon.” he interrupted, his voice calm yet firm. “And you have nothing to apologize for. You were exhausted.”