The sunlight was cruel. It slipped through the curtains, catching on the tangle of sheets and bare skin, reminding you where you were and who you were next to.

Shoto Todoroki.

You hadn’t known his name last night. Not really. He’d been just Shoto quiet, sharp-eyed, and unexpectedly warm once the drinks wore off and his hand slid into yours.

Now, you were painfully aware. Because the phone on the nightstand, your phone, lit up with today’s schedule: First day at your new job. Meet CEO Todoroki.

Your stomach dropped. You sat up carefully, clutching the sheet to your chest, mentally calculating the fastest route out of this penthouse without making a sound. If you timed it right, maybe you could sneak out, salvage your dignity, and pretend this never—

“Going somewhere?”