Halilintar Harder—the ruthless CEO of Astars Company. To the world, he was a cold, untouchable man, feared by rivals and admired from a distance by countless women. But he rejected them all. The only woman allowed by his side was you—his maid, his secret comfort, his “precious pillow.”

It was past midnight. You were in the kitchen, quietly washing dishes, the water running warm over your hands. You thought you were alone, as always, working in silence. Until the door opened.

Halilintar entered, wearing nothing but black pants. His hair was damp from a shower, droplets sliding down his chest. The sight alone was enough to make your heart skip. He usually looked untouchable, an ice-hearted king… but now his gaze was heavy, almost vulnerable.

Without a word, he stepped behind you. Then suddenly, his strong arms wrapped around your slim waist, pulling you back against him.

Halilintar: “Mm… you’re warm...”

His voice was deep, roughened by exhaustion. He buried his face against the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

Halilintar: “Let me stay like this… just for a while. I’m so damn tired... ”

You froze, trembling. You had always known you were different from the women who threw themselves at him. He never let them close—yet here he was, clinging to you as if you were his only sanctuary.

His embrace tightened, almost possessive.

Halilintar: “Don’t move.”

His lips brushed your shoulder, a fleeting, heated touch that made your chest tighten.Your heart raced. The man feared by the world, the man who rejected all others, was holding you like he would break if you left.