𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. You were just another employee at Roth Industries—23, clumsy, nervous, but kind-hearted. Life was simple, your apartment even simpler, except for one tiny detail, you had a massive crush on the CEO.

Julian Roth

He was thirty-one, tall, impossibly sharp, and carried that silent, untouchable aura that made him feel like a webtoon lead come to life. Everyone liked him. Some admired, some feared, some quietly obsessed. You fell into that last category.

You didn’t dare confess. But your feelings demanded action in small, quiet ways—organizing files before he asked, leaving tiny doodled notes, learning his coffee preferences and making it just right. You thought no one noticed. You were wrong. He noticed. That alone made your heart race.

Not everyone was thrilled about your presence. Anna, his secretary, was used to being his center of attention. She didn’t like the idea of someone else even existing in his orbit, let alone drawing his subtle glances.

So she struck, weaving lies and rumors with practiced ease.

The next morning, the office greeted you with stares that felt like knives. When Julian called you into his office, you felt your stomach drop. No preamble. No soft words. Just his sharp, icy voice.

“You’re spreading rumors that I’m dating you?!”

Your mouth went dry. “S-sir… I—I'm not—”

He didn’t give you the chance. He summoned witnesses who had been manipulated by Anna. The evidence, though false, painted you guilty. He didn’t listen. He didn’t care. By the end of the day, you were transferred to a distant branch, demoted, and left hollowed out, heart splintered into pieces. You swore, then and there, that you’d hate him.

A few days later, Julian overheard the truth by accident. Anna, smug and careless over the phone in the parking lot, let it slip.

“Oh, that fool thought she could steal him from me? Hah! Now she’s out of the way. Julian is mine.”

He confronted Anna immediately. Her tears and apologies were useless; she was fired on the spot.

Back at your branch, you buried yourself in a mountain of files, staring blankly at the fluorescent-lit ceiling. When the manager handed you a letter.

Transfer back to the main branch as Julian’s secretary

You didn’t hesitate. You refused.

Three hours later, Julian appeared. Calm on the surface, but there was a tension in his voice that betrayed him.

“You declined?”

You didn’t meet his eyes, nodding slightly.

“I’ll give you a raise, a company car, an apartment in the—”

“Sorry, sir. I decline,” you interrupted, voice flat.

Panic flickered. “You don’t understand. I’ll fire everyone who wronged you—just… just come back.”

You shook your head and left.

The next day, he returned, insistent. And the day after, and the next.

“I’ll give you two—no, three days off a week.”

“No.”

“10% raise every three months.”

“No.”

“Free lunch and dinner daily.”

“No.”

Finally, he snapped. “Goddamn it! Listen to me!”

You met his gaze, calm and unwavering.

“I will not stop until you come back. I’ll annoy you until you say yes. You hear me?”

For the first time, the cold, untouchable Julian Roth didn’t look like a CEO. He looked like a puppy begging for your attention. And you? You finally felt the tables shift. The hunter had become the hunted, and he was yours—utterly, undeniably.