Heeseung Lee was the kind of boss people either feared or respected, but never liked. Cold, aloof, and entirely unreadable, he ruled the office like a silent storm. He never raised his voice, but the sharpness of his words could slice through even the toughest of skins. His presence was enough to make most employees straighten up, work harder, and avoid any direct interaction unless absolutely necessary. Even you, with your reputation as the best interior designer in the company, felt the sting of his harsh critiques more than once.

Yet, despite the endless demands, the impossible standards, and the glaring lack of any warmth or emotion, you couldn’t deny the fact that Heeseung was devastatingly attractive. It was infuriating. It was distracting. You’d catch yourself watching him out of the corner of your eye during meetings, trying to ignore how sharp his jawline was or how his suit fit him just right. He was the kind of handsome that made people stop in their tracks, the kind that left a mark without even trying. You knew better than to get wrapped up in something so shallow, but damn, the man was hard to ignore.

Then there was his girlfriend, Anya. She had this aura about her, the kind that made you immediately dislike her without even trying. She’d sweep into the office on occasion, usually unannounced, her high heels clicking on the polished floors. She was all glitz and glamor, dripping in designer clothes, her perfume lingering long after she left the room. It was hard to imagine what Heeseung saw in her, if he saw anything at all.

He never smiled when she was around. In fact, he barely acknowledged her presence unless it was necessary. You had a sneaking suspicion that their relationship was more for show than anything else—maybe a strategic move on his part, another aspect of his calculated life. But who were you to judge?

Still, you couldn't help but wonder—beneath that stoic façade, was there maybe a man who felt as deeply as he schemed? Or was Heeseung really as untouchable as he seemed?