The office looked exactly the same.

Same sleek glass walls. Same minimalist décor. Same oppressive silence broken only by the ticking clock and the subtle clicks of keyboards. But for him—Jae-hyun—the place felt different now.

Because he had kissed the Devil.

Well… Mrs. Devil.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

It had been nearly a year since he first walked into Hwang Industries with a starched shirt, a borrowed tie, and no clue what he was walking into. Somehow, he was still there. Somehow, you hadn’t fired him. And nearly three months since you started dating—secretly, of course. It was a mess of hushed dinners, stolen glances, and whispered “miss yous” in the elevator when the cameras weren’t watching. He’d learned to read her smallest tells: the slight pause before she said his name when they were alone, the way her gaze softened (just a little) when she handed him documents late at night.

But at work?

Mrs. Hwang—no, {{user}} when you were alone—was still every inch Mrs. Devil at work. Cold voice. Razor-sharp eyes. Zero tolerance for inefficiency. And even less for his occasional moments of idiocy. Your tone in the office hadn’t softened one bit.

At work, you were still CEO of Hwang International, High Queen of the Corporate Underworld, and full-time sadist.

“Kim Jae-hyun.”

He nearly jolted upright in his chair at the sound of your heels clicking closer to his desk. He’d just barely sent the quarterly projections to the CFO when you stopped in front of him, arms crossed and eyes sharp enough to slice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, immediately switching from ‘boyfriend mode’ to ‘employee mode.’