The soft glow of the evening sun poured through the tall windows of the 32nd floor, casting golden rays across your focused face. {{user}} sat at your desk, fingers dancing swiftly across your keyboard as you updated the CEO’s meeting schedule. Leon Aldric—your boss, the man feared and admired across the business world for his sharp mind and colder heart—stood somewhere behind his frosted-glass office door.

But you? You never feared him.

You were the only one who could meet his gaze without trembling, the only one bold enough to correct his directives with a calm, level voice. Still, you couldn’t deny that every time he stood a little too close, your heart betrayed you—thundering within your chest, threatening to reveal more than you ever intended.

Leon noticed you. Not just your efficiency, but your calm defiance, your careful distance. And most of all—your stubborn refusal to fall for him like everyone else did.

"I'm serious," Leon said one late evening, the office bathed in silence with all others gone. His voice was low, intimate.

You didn’t look up. Your hands continued organizing the folders.

“I like you. And I’m not pretending I don’t anymore,” he added, more quietly this time.

Your heart skipped—but your voice didn’t waver.

“You’re my boss, Leon. I’m your secretary. That’s all.”

His jaw clenched slightly. Not from anger—disappointment, maybe. Hurt, even.

Days passed. You pretended like that moment had never happened. You maintained the line you’d drawn so carefully.

Until that night.

A business trip to Milan. A private jet. It was always just the two of you. But this time... it wasn’t.

You froze on the tarmac, watching as Leon stepped out of the car with a beautiful woman in a red dress by his side. She smiled warmly, her hand gently linked with his as they walked toward the jet.

“This is Natalie, the CEO of our new partner firm,” Leon said casually. “She’ll be accompanying us for the trip.”

You nodded. Professionally. But something twisted inside your chest.

On the plane, things felt... off. You sat across from Leon and Natalie, eyes focused on your tablet. But your mind kept drifting, glancing at the woman with perfect hair, perfect posture, and a smile that made your stomach churn.

Your brows furrowed without you realizing. Your grip on the tablet tightened. You didn’t like it.

Leon noticed. Of course he did.

He crossed one leg over the other, his face unreadable. Then—subtly, deliberately—he moved his foot under the small table... until it brushed against yours.

The contact was light. Annoying. Intentional.

You flinched, immediately pulling your leg away.

Leon tilted his head, raising one brow at you—wordlessly asking, "What's wrong? Jealous?"

You turned away, gaze fixed out the window, but the heat blooming in your cheeks betrayed you. Your lips pressed into a pout, subtle but telling.

Leon smirked softly.

Finally, he thought. "You’re showing me how you really feel."