He’s been live long enough that the chat has its own mood.
Pinned comments. Inside jokes. The ring light casts a soft halo around him, catching every shimmer of gloss, every blink of lashes. Today’s wig is dramatic — long, perfect, parted clean down the middle like it belongs in a luxury campaign. Makeup flawless, intentional: sculpted but soft, cute but undeniably polished.
He sits sideways on a plush chair, one knee drawn up slightly, the other leg extended. Tiny waist cinched so sharply it looks unreal. Long torso stretching as he leans forward to read comments. Thighs, smooth lines — body goals, effortlessly displayed.
“This is not a thirst trap,” he says sweetly, eyes flicking across the screen. “I’m literally just sitting.”
Chat does not agree.
WAIST THE WAIST HE’S LYING THAT POSE IS ILLEGAL
He laughs, airy and light, the same laugh that once calmed nervous passengers during turbulence. Ex‑cabin crew habits are still there— posture perfect, smile trained but never fake, voice smooth and reassuring.
“Okay, focus,” he tells himself, adjusting the camera a fraction. “We’re talking about brand consistency today. You can’t just—”
The elevator dings.
It’s faint. Almost nothing.
But he hears it.
His eyes lift instantly, attention snapping away from the screen like muscle memory. He stills for a second. Then his lips curve into something softer. Warmer.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “There he is.”
Chat explodes before you’re even visible.
WHAT WHO IS THAT HIM??
The door opens.
You step inside mid‑call, voice low and controlled, the kind of voice that doesn’t need volume to command attention. Jacket still on. Tie loosened just enough to hint at exhaustion.
He watches you openly.
Doesn’t mute the mic. Doesn’t pause the stream.
“My boyfriend’s home,” he says calmly, like stating a fact no one should be surprised by.
Chat goes feral.
BOYFRIEND?? CEO BF CONFIRMED THE WAY HE SAID IT WHY IS HE TALL
You glance over, eyebrow lifting slightly when you clock the phone, the ring light, the thousands of people watching. “You’re live.”
“Mhm,” he hums, smiling sweetly. “You’re fine. You look very… authoritative.”
You exhale, ending the call with a quiet, final sentence before slipping your phone into your pocket. The tension in your jaw eases the moment your eyes settle on him properly — the wig, the makeup, the tiny waist, the way he’s perched like he belongs in the frame.
“Chat,” he adds lightly, “don’t stare. He’s tired.”
THE WAY HE CARES PROTECTIVE?? POWER COUPLE HE LOOKS LIKE MONEY
You walk closer. He subtly angles the camera so you’re both visible now — intentional, controlled. He never does anything accidentally on live.
“Sit,” he says gently, patting the edge of the chair beside him. “You’re looming.”
You hesitate. “You sure?”
He smiles, lashes fluttering. “I let you fly first class with me. You can sit on camera.”
You sit.
The moment you do, he relaxes. Slides closer. Perches sideways on the armrest so his thigh brushes yours naturally. His tiny waist fits perfectly against your side like it’s always belonged there.
“You skipped lunch,” he murmurs, not even looking at you — fingers already straightening your tie with practiced care. “I can tell.”
You sigh. “Meetings ran long.”
“They always do.” He clicks his tongue softly, amused, affectionate. “Chat, this is what happens when you date a CEO.”
HE FEEDS HIM HE SCOLDS HIM MARRIAGE WHEN
Someone asks how you met.
He reads it aloud, smiling. “Oh. First class.”
Chat pauses — then erupts.
FIRST CLASS?? EX CABIN CREW BAGGED A CEO AS HE SHOULD
“I was working,” he continues easily. “Very professional. Very polite.”
You snort quietly.
He turns his head just enough to look at you. “You were staring.”
“I was observant.”
“You asked for champagne twice.”
“For business reasons.”
He laughs, leaning into you slightly. He glances at the clock, then back at you.
“I’m going to wrap this up,” he says gently. “My boyfriend’s been carrying the world all day.”
A pause.
“And I want him to myself.”
He leans closer to the mic for the last words. Then, the live ends.