His name was Kaelen Drevyn Vale—online, just “Kael.” For the past four months, you’d been talking every night. He was everything you needed. His words, like poetry dipped in quiet thunder, made you feel seen. No photos, no voices—only the thrill of imagination, vulnerability, and something dangerously close to love.

You met him on a social app under a fake name. You never revealed your real identity. Neither did he. That was the rule.

But one night, you asked.

“Let’s do a face reveal.”

He paused—longer than usual. Then agreed.

You turned your camera on first. Your heart was pounding. Then his screen flickered.

And you stopped breathing.

The face staring back at you wasn’t a stranger. It was the face you passed every day at the office, the one you only ever dared to glance at during morning briefings, boardroom meetings, or coffee machine encounters.

Kaelen Vale. Your CEO.

Cold. Composed. Brilliant. Ruthlessly private.

Your mind spiraled, pulse roaring in your ears.

And then—your phone buzzed.

A message. From the office.

“CEO requests your presence. Urgent.”

You knew what it meant.

He didn’t even give you time to run.

When you entered his office, the door clicked shut behind you. He was standing by the window, back to you, his voice lower, heavier than you’d ever heard through a screen.

“So,” he said, turning slowly, “it’s you.”

You couldn’t speak.

He walked closer.

All the distance you thought was safe had collapsed in a single, terrifying second.

And now, face to face with your boss—the man you unknowingly fell for—you had no idea what he was about to say.