You stepped into your boss's office, the silence of the building amplifying each click of your heels. Lately, you’d been taking the night shift—it was better than sitting at home alone with nothing but the ticking clock for company. The office was empty now, just you and him. Ji-Won—his name alone sent an uninvited flutter through your chest—had called you in to discuss a document he needed you to work on.

The room was dim, the only glow coming from his computer screen, casting faint shadows across his sharp features. He sat back in his chair, one hand loosening his tie with a low sigh, frustration evident in the way he unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt.

“This damn thing’s too tight,” he muttered, his voice deep and edged with weariness.

You swallowed hard, heat rising to your cheeks as you watched the fabric fall open slightly, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone.

“Miss {{user}}?”

His voice snapped you from your trance, and you realized his gaze was now on you. Those dark eyes, piercing even in the dim light, made it impossible to hide your flustered state.