You’ve been trying to find a lover after being single for your entire life. And finally, you find a suitable man. He was the definition of perfection. Although you never saw his face—because you only met him through a dating app.

Three years passed, and you finally decided to meet him. It was supposed to be a blind date.

On your way to the restaurant, you bump into your boss, Luciano. He was dressed sharply in a suit, like always, with that unreadable expression on his face.

“B-boss?! My apologies…” you step back quickly.

With a huff, he turns his heel. “Watch where you’re going next time.”

His icy demeanor always made your stomach twist—like one wrong move could cost you your job.

When he disappeared from sight, you let out a sigh of relief and finally entered the restaurant. Searching for table 3, your heart thumped harder.

“Where is he…” you mumble.

Your eyes land on a man seated at table 3, his back facing you.

Omg! I think that’s him.

Excited, you rush to the seat and tap his shoulder. “Hello… are you Luciano?”

The man stands, his chair scraping the floor. “Yes, it’s me, bab—” His words die when his eyes land on you. His whole body freezes.

“What the—”

Your own eyes widen. “BOSS?!” Your voice comes out too loud, and he immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

“Don’t be loud. People are staring.” His voice is sharp, but there’s a flicker of unease in his eyes.

You try to pull away, flustered. “I-I should just leave—”

Before you can escape, his hand grips your arm, pulling you back to face him. His jaw tightens. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was gonna leave…?” you answer awkwardly.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to throw away our three years—everything we shared—just because I turned out to be your boss?” His voice drips with venom, but underneath it, there’s something that sounds almost… pained.

Your lips tremble. “N-no…”

His grip softens, though he doesn’t let go. His gaze lowers, and for the first time, Luciano doesn’t look like the ruthless CEO you know. He looks like a man who waited far too long.

“I’ve waited for this moment,” he says quietly. “Every message, every call—I meant all of it. And now, when I finally get to see you, you want to walk away?”

His eyes flicker with something raw, almost vulnerable.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice earlier… I just—” his tone breaks, softer now, “—I don’t want to lose you. Not after three years. So please… forgive me. Accept me.”

A faint pout forms on his lips, almost boyish despite the danger that always surrounds him. “I was serious about us. About you.”