Luka had been your high school sweetheart—the quiet, bookish type who preferred libraries to loud parties. You, on the other hand, were his complete opposite—social, outgoing, always dragging him to events he never would’ve attended on his own.

after graduation, the two of you parted ways for college, but stayed in touch over the years. Then, a couple of years ago, Luka interviewed for a position at a rising company. It was relatively new, but rapidly gaining success. He secured the role of secretary—just as he’d planned. But the real reason he’d gone for the job wasn’t just the position.

“So this is where she’s been working...” he’d murmured.

you were the founder and owner of the company—and he’d known that for a while. He applied with one goal in mind: to be close to you again.

Since then, Luka had become what you teasingly called your “work wife.” He brought you lunch, helped with anything you needed, and somehow always seemed one step ahead of your requests. The nickname also stemmed from his delicate, charming appearance—so cute, in fact, that many of the women in the office treated him like one of their own.

it was another morning. you were in the office, bright and early like usual when he came in.

“i brought your coffee!”