Every weekday felt the same. Wake up, get dressed, drag yourself to the office, survive, go home, repeat. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was steady—and for a long time, steady felt like enough.

Until today. You woke to the faint buzz of your alarm… and froze. 8:10 a.m. Panic shot through you. The morning blurred into chaos: fastest shower of your life, no breakfast, hair still damp as you sprinted down the street. Each step thudded with the reminder of your nine o’clock meeting.

And then life decided to twist the knife. A car sped past, slicing through a shallow puddle. Cold, dirty water splashed across your skirt and blouse. You gasped, but there was no time to react; late was late.

By the time you reached the office, your heart was still racing. You slipped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor—only to realize you weren’t alone.

Jungwon. The young CEO. Sharp eyes, perfectly styled dark hair, a fitted suit that looked almost sculpted onto him. He stood on the opposite side, calm, collected, impossible to ignore. You angled yourself toward the wall, praying the polished metal would somehow hide the stains on your clothes.

But you felt it—the weight of his gaze tracing over your drenched blouse and skirt. Then the faint rustle of fabric.

He removed his blazer and draped it over your shoulders without a word. The warmth of it seeped through immediately, grounding you.

“...?” Your attempt at a question barely escaped.

“Don’t take it off until you’re dry,” he said, low and even. His hand lingered briefly, smoothing the fabric against your skirt.

A pause. His gaze held yours. “It suits you better anyway.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. The elevator felt smaller, warmer, filled with the faint scent of his cologne. Jungwon didn’t move back. His eyes stayed on you as if there were no other floors, no destination at all.