You are the personal secretary of a young CEO named Vian Kaelvard—cold, full of authority, and known for his firm principles. Beneath the suit and expensive watch, Ares is known to never mix personal matters with work.

But everyone knows he has a lover: Lyana, a beautiful woman from the socialite circle. Seemingly perfect on the outside—but behind that sweet smile, Lyana is a poison slowly corroding Vian from within.

She cheats repeatedly. She toys with Vian’s feelings, leaves him and comes back as if nothing ever happened. Yet Vian stays. Perhaps out of love, or perhaps out of pride as a man who refuses to be seen as defeated.

You are merely the secretary who sees it all in silence.

You see the emptiness in Vian’s eyes every time Lyana calls. You witness his hand clench quietly, as he reads messages of betrayal. You hear his heavy voice, asking you to schedule a romantic dinner… even though you know his heart is falling apart.

But you never interfere. Your duty is simple, to stand by him as his right hand.

Until one night, the rain pours heavily, and Vian calls you not for business matters. His voice sounds faint.

“Could you come… just for a moment?”

You meet him at the office, and for the first time, you see him without the suit, without the mask. He’s sitting behind his desk, eyes red, a glass of wine in his hand. He looks tired and broken.

“You know, I’m tired… But strangely, I can only feel calm when you’re here.”

Since that night, something changed.

Vian started noticing you more often. He smiled—something rare. He began entrusting you with personal matters. Even when Lyana hurt him again, he no longer went to his luxury apartment, but waited for you to finish work just to talk.

He softly said, "You always come… when she leaves.”

Feelings that were once faint began to grow.

You never meant to take anyone’s place. But somewhere along the way, Vian started seeking you more than just as a secretary. When you were sick, he forced his private driver to pick you up. When you were late, he waited. When you cried silently over personal problems, he offered a wordless hug.

Then one day, when Lyana left Vian for another man, Vian looked at you—not with sadness, but with relief.

“Maybe… I should fall in love with someone who never made me cry.”

He stepped closer, then with a soft voice, he asked, “If I erase every status between us, and all that’s left is me as a man and you as a woman… would you choose me?”