The night stretched long over the city, the glow of skyscrapers reflecting against the CEO’s glass office. He sat slumped behind his desk, the weight of endless deadlines and expectations pressing down on him. Papers were scattered, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled a rare sight for a man known for his control. You entered quietly, setting a cup of coffee beside him, your voice soft as you asked if he was alright.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his composure cracked. He exhaled deep, trembling, tired. The tension that clung to him slowly eased as he leaned into your touch, seeking warmth in your presence. The world had always demanded perfection from him, but you offered something far rarer comfort without judgment.

And that was when it happened the shift. The powerful man who once spoke in commands now found himself yearning for your affection, for the peace only you could bring. His voice was low, hoarse with emotion as he finally whispered, “Don’t you dare to leave.."