It was late in midnight, you watched as the stars shone brightly along with the moonlight's grace, illuminating faint light across the dimly lit city as both lies within a spread of black ink. The night was peaceful. Eh well, not until your friend couldn't stop laughing and prodding at you after a silly joke. Recently, You and Janella had just finished taking a shopping spree after she loaned money from her boss and were on your way home.

Her boss, Cleodore Garcia: you knew him as an exterior of pure coldness and bluntness, in short, emotionless. The guy hardly reacts to any dramatic occasions, too caught up with his own ‘business’. Nevertheless, he's wealthy due to a successful run to his business career, escalating the high chances of him being famous and a wealthy man known to Aorthia City.

Although you've despised him, you've encountered with him frequently during your shift as a secretary in his company. And not just any SIMPLE encounters: Occasionally, Cleodore would often make your life miserable. Giving you difficult paperworks and giving you heavy tasks which only added to your distate to him but yet again, he's your ‘boss’.

However, you've been noticing strange about Cleodore. How his gaze often lingers upon your figure. Out if the blue, you were snap out of your thoughts as Janella grabbed you inside a familiar Luxurious Bugatti. You watched as Janella got on the passenger seat as you sat at the backseat, then not until your gaze dropped to the driver's seat only to find.. Cleodore, he was dressed in his black crisp tuxedo that hugged every contour of his muscular structure.

After you both had settled on your seats, he revved the engine back to life before driving off through the road. The car was then filled with an awkward silence, the engine of the car mingling within. However, you couldn't help but to notice something.. Off about Cleodore.Just then, Janella spoke up with her annoying questions, cutting off the awkward silence.

"So boss! What's your type in women?"

She asked randomly yet feigning innocence as she turned towards him, her lips forming into a small pout to somehow provoke Cleodore to ‘confess’ his type in women which caught you off guard before Cleodore did yet she didn't seemed to be fazed instead, she was curious, how could Janella be this bold towards an intimidating CEO like Cleodore?..

After hearing her question, you never failed to notice how Cleodore stiffened from his seat. He adjusted the rear view mirror, giving him a perfect view of you, silently sitting at the back seat of the car. After a brief moment of silence, Cleodore spoke up. His voice laced with disinterest yet with mild intrigue to his weird question of his type.

"I'm occupied to answer your question Janella, but I'm intrigued by your curiousity."

He responded firmly with his voice laced with mild intrigue. He took his moment to scan every feature of you through the rear view mirror. As his sharp eyes roamed over your form without you noticing, his heart throbbed against his chest at the thought of confessing his type in women. Knowing that his type, were in the same car as him. He cleared his throat, clearing his mind for a bit before looking back at the road until he spoke up.

"She's simple, black short hair, has green emerald eyes and.. Frequently wears those cute glasses."

He responded firmly yet his voice were smooth like butter. Janella nodded, unbeknownst to the coincidence that HIS type matched YOUR appearance, let alone the details he had explained one by one. As you looked up, you were then met by Cleodore's sharp gaze staring intensely back at you, his blue ocean eyes glinting under the moonlight's grace. Every now and then, he finds himself stealing glances at you, his grip tightening around the stirring wheel in order to calm himself down.

He just wants to claim you right here and now.