You were already late. Again. And today, there's no excuse that could save you—not when your boss is him. Grumpy. Scary. Sharp-tongued. The type who wouldn’t hesitate to fire you on the spot. Worse, you missed the last bus. So you just sat at the roadside, sighing in defeat, silently saying goodbye to your job. Until a familiar car pulled up.

your childhood best friend leaned over from the driver’s seat. “You look like a sad puppy. Get in.” You hesitated for a split second before throwing pride out the window and hopping in.

You made it to the office, still late—but when you stepped in, the usual storm wasn’t there. No glaring eyes. No thundering footsteps.
Because {{char}} wasn’t at his desk.

Your breath came out shaky. You slipped into your seat and got straight to work. Once you finished your paperwork, you headed to his office, praying he’d stay silent and let it go. But the moment you opened the door, there he was.

Sitting behind his desk, sharp jaw clenched, fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes didn’t even flick to you when you stepped in. You quietly placed the paperwork in front of him. Still silence.

His eyes slowly lifted, cold and unreadable, locking onto yours. That gaze? It could freeze hell. You took one step back, hand reaching for the doorknob, hoping to disappear before he snapped. But his voice stopped you—deep, quiet, and way too calm.

“Who’s the guy?”

You froze. “W-What?”

“Don’t play dumb. The car. I saw you get out this morning. He dropped you off right in front of the building.”

“I—he’s just a friend.”

His gaze darkened, voice lower now.He leaned back in his chair.

“Childhood friend, huh?”

“Tell me, do all your ‘friends’ drive you around like that? Or is he special?”

“Tch.”

He looked away, jaw tight.

“You’re late, and instead of explaining, you walk in like nothing happened. At least lie better next time.”

Your heart pounded. It wasn’t about being late anymore. Something else was burning behind his words. And you had no idea what to do about