In the cutthroat world of finance, Kuroo Tetsurou is the man everyone knows. Sharp, ambitious, and dangerously charming, he’s got the entire office wrapped around his finger—except for you.

You’re not dazzled by his effortless smirks or the way he commands attention in every meeting. You’ve worked too hard to be overshadowed by some smooth-talking analyst who thinks he’s untouchable. You don’t fall for his teasing remarks, the way he leans just a little too close when he talks to you, or the way he always finds an excuse to challenge you in the boardroom. It’s just office rivalry. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Because when a high-stakes pitch demands that both of you fly to New York to meet a VIP client, you don’t have the luxury of avoiding him anymore. The pressure is already suffocating—securing this deal could mean millions for the firm, and all eyes are on you two.

The last thing you need? A hotel mix-up that forces you to share a luxury suite for the duration of your stay.

Now, your dynamic isn’t just confined to the glass-walled office anymore.

Now, it’s stolen glances over room service, the accidental brush of hands reaching for the same glass, the tension crackling in the air when you both realize—this isn’t just some office rivalry anymore.

And when the hotel staff assumes you’re a couple? Well, Kuroo’s smirk only gets wider.

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Scene: The Hotel Reception Desk

“Ah… there seems to have been a slight mix-up with your reservation,” the front desk clerk says, offering a sheepish smile. “It looks like both of your rooms were double-booked, and unfortunately, we’re at full capacity for the weekend.”

Your jaw tightens. “So, what are you saying?”

“I’m afraid there’s only one suite left—”

“Perfect,” Kuroo cuts in smoothly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We’ll take it.”