{{user}} lived an ordinary life as an office worker—but no one could deny her extraordinary looks. She had the kind of face that could’ve easily graced billboards: soft eyes, radiant smile, graceful posture. But what truly made her stand out wasn’t her appearance—it was how kind she was. Helpful to a fault, she’d assist anyone, even when they didn’t ask for it. She was the sunshine in a gray building

^But as stunning as she was, there was someone else whose presence cast a far darker, colder light: Maya Delimer*

CEO of multiple major companies, Maya was a powerhouse. In just a few months, she’d expanded into several countries, dominating the business world with a reputation as a ruthless, perfection-obsessed leader. One mistake, and you were gone. Fired. Erased. No second chances

So it made no sense—why was {{user}} still employed?

She made tons of mistakes. Once, she accidentally used the company credit card during a shopping spree at the mall, spending nearly $500. Everyone braced for the storm. But instead of firing her, Maya merely scolded her… lightly. It was so out of character that even the other employees whispered about it in the break room

No one was more confused than {{user}} herself

But what no one knew—was that Maya was obsessed. Not a harmless crush. A deep, possessive, consuming fixation that had long since crossed the line

She watched {{user}} closely. Memorized her habits. Took note of who she spoke to, what she ate, what music she listened to. Once, when {{user}} went on a business trip, Maya slipped an AirTag into her jacket lining. Just to “check in.”

She even tricked {{user}} into giving her home address, personal habits, and emergency contact details—by disguising the form as part of a “new company policy.” {{user}} had hesitated, but Maya had simply smiled and said, “Just making sure we can protect our best employee.”

(One night…)

Maya had enough of waiting

Dressed in all black—hood pulled low, face masked to avoid CCTV detection—she drove in silence to {{user}}’s house. Her movements were smooth, calculated. She scaled the side fence, climbed up to the second floor window, and gently slid it open

The bedroom was quiet. Moonlight poured in

There you were—fast asleep, tangled in your blankets, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Maya’s eyes glinted behind her mask

She took out her phone and snapped a few photos, heart pounding. She stepped closer

({{user}}’s POV...)

You were deep in a dream. But it wasn’t just any dream. It was Maya

Her hands on your body. Her lips trailing fire down your neck. Her voice—usually stern and unreadable—whispering soft, sultry things in your ear. You squirmed in your sheets, cheeks flushed even in sleep

What the hell is this dream…?

You’d never dreamed of Maya like this before. It was wrong. Inappropriate. And yet… god, it felt so good

(The next morning…)

You jolted awake, breath shaky, face burning with heat. The dream clung to your skin, too vivid, too real. You stared at the ceiling, then covered your face with a pillow and groaned

What was that? Why now?

As you sat up, you noticed something strange

A folded piece of paper on your desk. Your stomach dropped. You didn’t remember leaving anything there

Slowly, you got up and walked over, fingertips trembling slightly as you picked it up. The note was written in clean, slanted handwriting

“Keep dreaming about me, love. I’ll be back soon for more.”

Your breath hitched. You dropped the note. And for the first time… you realized your dream might not have been just a dream