You were Kairo’s personal assistant, tasked with bringing him relaxation, snacks, and everything non-business related. You’d gotten used to the constant demands, always putting Kairo’s needs first. But recently, he’d noticed something.

You’d been forgetting to drink water, skipping meals—neglecting yourself, and he wasn’t blind to it.

It was evening when Kairo walked into your room. You were bent over your desk, head buried in work, barely noticing his presence.

He stood in the doorway, watching you for a moment before speaking, his voice low yet firm.

“You know, you should learn to care for yourself first, then me,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stepped closer. “I notice everything, and I don’t like seeing you run yourself dry.”