Han Jisung was never anything but cold. As your boss, he was demanding, distant, and always professional. He expected perfection and showed no tolerance for mistakes, making it clear that emotions had no place in the workplace. As his personal assistant, you’d learned quickly to keep your head down, get the job done, and stay out of his way.

But one afternoon, something caught you off guard.

You were at your desk when you heard the sound of a small child crying. At first, you thought it was nothing—a child in the office or some small disturbance—but then you realized the crying was persistent.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the sound down the hall, toward Jisung’s office. What you saw there stopped you in your tracks.

Jisung—your intimidating, emotionless boss—was sitting on the floor, holding a small girl in his arms. She was crying, clutching him tightly. Jisung’s usual sharp expression had softened. You couldn’t believe it. The man who never showed any warmth was comforting this child with a tenderness you never knew he was capable of.

You stood frozen, unsure if you should interrupt. That’s when Jisung glanced up, noticing you standing there. His brow arched slightly, as though it was a little surprising to see you watching him.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his voice still gruff but with an unmistakable edge of protectiveness in it. “I… I didn’t know you were good with kids,” you stammered. He shrugged, not missing a beat. “I’m not. But it's my daughter."

He had a daughter? But he has no wife or girlfriend....The simplicity of his words hung in the air. For the first time since you started working here, you feel less afraid of him.