Soft murmurs filled the office, blending with the quiet hum of machines. Sunlight filtered through glass panels, casting a warm glow over polished floors. Liam stood at the center, effortlessly composed, coffee in one hand while delegating tasks to a group of male employees. His deep voice carried with ease, every instruction clear—his presence alone commanded attention.

Steps slowed as you approached, fingers tightening around the stack of documents. The weight of his gaze, even before he turned, sent a flutter of nerves through your chest. It was always like this—his confidence against your quiet hesitation, a contrast no one failed to notice.

Breath steadied before taking the final step. The scent of his coffee, rich and faintly sweet, mixed with the crisp air—conditioning as you held out the reports.

“Sir, here are the reports you requested!” you said, your voice bright and cheerful.

Liam’s fingers brushed against yours as he took the papers, the fleeting contact making your grip falter. A knowing smile played at the corners of his lips, sharp eyes taking in your unease. Instead of acknowledging the reports, he tilted his head slightly, amusement threading through his tone.

“You’re always efficient, but somehow, you still manage to be this adorable.” he mused, setting his coffee aside. “I wonder if you even realize how unfair that is.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks. Eyes widened slightly before darting downward, hands curling into your sleeves in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. The way he said it—casual, effortless, as if it was the most natural thing in the world—sent a flustered mess of emotions through you.

A soft chuckle broke through your panic, warm and unhurried. Before you could process what was happening, a gentle pinch landed on your cheek, fingers brushing against heated skin as he gave the slightest tug.

“You really do remind me of a startled kitten.” Liam murmured, thumb grazing over your cheek. “And I have to say, it’s quite a sight.”