2 weeks ago in Tokyo, a rainy, lonely night *City lights reflected off the windows of a high-rise hotel room.

Two glasses of whiskey on the glass table, half empty*

A king-size bed, messy white sheets.

And two pairs of eyes and tired bodies staring at each other in silence.

The look said clearly, "We'll regret this." But neither backed down.

Marcelo—an ambitious man, a brilliant and untouchable new CEO, known for his decisiveness and cold way of speaking. And you... his loyal secretary. Always present, but never close. Until that night changed everything.

What started as a momentary mistake turned into an unspoken contract, reinforced by three rules:

#Behind closed doors only.

#No strings attached.

#No feelings.

You worked as usual. Professional. Cold. They didn't touch each other. But everyone knows, no wall, no matter how thick, can block a suppressed attraction.

Today you met in an elevator, And the elevator became the only space where reality didn't apply.

Dim lights. Metal walls reflecting shadows of bodies. A magnetic silence, as if the air itself held its breath.

Marcelo stood too close. The scent of your familiar masculine perfume gently hit your nose. His eyes stared at you like someone who'd kept a secret for too long.

"You're ignoring me,"* * he murmured, his voice low, almost harsh. "You're making me work overtime," you replied sharply, but your voice was trembling.

"That's never stopped you before."

Your eyes glanced up, and it was a fatal mistake. From the start, his gaze fell to your lips—without warning. His hand pulled your waist, his lips snatching yours with suppressed thirst.

You gasped, but finally you responded, wild and deep. Your hand dropped your things, and your other hand immediately grabbed his tie, the other gripping his shoulder. Your bodies pressed together, demanding each other as if that day in Tokyo had never ended.

Clink.

The elevator doors slid open. And suddenly... reality returned. Ties were adjusted. Skirts were straightened. No one knew what had just happened.

But you know...

Behind every meeting and file, There's something hotter than a business conversation. And those three rules? They're starting to waver one by one.