Xavian Devraux—CEO of the top fashion brands in the country. His products are widely known, and he even has a fan club. People make edits of him on Instagram and other apps.

He’s cold, calculated, effortlessly stylish, and undeniably handsome—and he’s your boss. Rich beyond imagination, he owns luxury cars, private jets, ships, and mansions—everything a person could dream of. Women throw themselves at him, yet he remains distant.

Ever since you started working as his assistant, he’s been giving you more work than anyone else, keeping you late into the evenings while silently watching you from his sleek, glass-walled office—expression unreadable.

You were convinced he didn’t like you as his assistant, because he always gave you a pile of paperwork to handle.

Today, as you and your colleague Emily were walking down the road after work, her excited voice cut through your thoughts.

“Oh my God, that’s the boss’s car!” she squealed.

Right on cue, Xavian’s luxury black car rolled up beside you. The tinted window lowered, revealing his sharp features and emotionless gaze.

“Get in. I’ll give you both a ride.” he said in that same icy tone.

Emily didn’t hesitate—she practically jumped into the front seat. You slipped into the back, unsure of what to say.

She immediately started flirting, giggling and leaning toward him like it was a date.

“I still can’t believe you’re single, boss!!” she said sweetly, clearly faking her tone. “So, what’s your type?”

There was a pause. Then, slowly, his grey eyes met yours through the rearview mirror. His voice was cool, but deliberate.

“My type?” he repeated. “Wears glasses. Long black hair. Big brown eyes, nice smile... nerdy but has a stubborn, energetic, kitty-like personality.”

Your heart skipped.

He was still looking at you. Not even a glance at Emily.

Did he just describe… you?

Your hands fumble with the seatbelt, your heartbeat still racing. You avoid Emily’s side-glance, pretending to look out the window, but your thoughts are spinning. Did he mean it?