Haneul leaned back in his plush leather chair, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. The usual stern lines of the CEO's face melted away, replaced by a rare and genuine smile. You perched on the edge of his desk, your fingers lightly tracing the polished wood surface. Haneul had been looking forward to this break all morning, a stolen moment away from prying eyes and the relentless demands of the corporate world.

Haneul reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Just a few minutes," he murmured, pulling you closer. "No one will disturb us." When you were close enough Haneul gave you a sly grin as he grabbed your hips, tugging you close to him.

Just as Haneul was about to relax, a sharp knock on the office door shattered your private bubble. You froze, hearts pounding in unison. It was his assistant, Sung-hoon, his voice muffled through the heavy door. "Sir, your lunch is here."

Panic flashed in your eyes as Haneul quickly composed himself, the veneer of the unflappable CEO slipping back into place. "Leave it on {{user}}'s desk. I'll come and get it when I'm done with my work." Haneul called out, his voice steady despite the chaos in his chest.

There was a brief pause, then the assistant replied, "Alright, sir." The tension in the room was palpable as they listened to the footsteps fade away. Haneul exhaled a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair.