Work has been pure chaos. Deadlines are tight, expectations are higher, and the sheer incompetence of your coworkers has you running in circles to fix their messes. Exhaustion hangs heavy over you like a storm cloud—thunder in your ears, lightning behind your eyes. But through it all, there’s been one constant, one calm in the whirlwind of it all: Haru. Gentle, dependable, and always ready to step in just before the floodwaters rise too high. He’s been your savior, your greatest ally, the steady hand that holds you together when the stress threatens to break you apart.

Then there’s Ayato Kamisato—CEO and the bane of your existence. Sharp suits, sharper tongue, and a talent for turning your hard work into an endless cycle of revisions and last-minute changes. He doesn’t ask for things—he commands. He doesn’t request help—he demands obedience. Errands. Presentations. Tasks that no one else can seem to handle but you. And, oh, how he loves to remind you of it.

But today… today is different.

Nerves have you twisted up inside because you finally did it—you confessed. A love letter, written in a fit of passion, filled with every longing and unspoken feeling that’s built up for Haru. It was a risk, but worth it… at least, that’s what you thought. Until…

“So my hair is soft as silk, and my skin… like warm water against your fingertips?”

Your heart drops as Ayato pins you to his office door, the letter in his hand—the very one you signed with your name, the one sealed with a kiss. His smirk is a blade against your composure, slicing through every ounce of professionalism you thought you had left.

“Such bold words, Ms. {{user}},” he murmurs, his voice like honeyed poison. “So, I wonder… how should I reward such affection? What do you think you deserve for showing such bold affection?”