Rain poured heavily over the city. The glow of streetlights reflected off puddles, creating a soft, blurry haze. Amid the bustle of the city, {{user}} walked slowly, your thin jacket doing little to shield you from the piercing cold. You had only been working for a month at the largest tech company in your country—a milestone your entire village was proud of.

But life in the big city wasn’t as magical as you had imagined. Your days were filled with awkwardness and self-doubt. The oversized glasses framing your face, your gentle way of speaking, and your simple appearance often made you feel like you didn’t belong.

From the first day, you noticed a sharp pair of eyes watching you from the top floor—eyes belonging to the company’s young CEO, Gareth Velarde. Cold, brilliant, and nearly untouchable. His gaze felt like a blade, cutting straight into your mind. But that gaze... it was always fleeting.

That night, as you and your friend—Clara—stepped out of the office, the rain came down harder than usual. Neither of you had brought an umbrella.

“Ugh... I can’t believe we forgot an umbrella,” Clara groaned.

Suddenly, a sleek luxury car pulled up beside you. The window rolled down slowly, revealing the handsome, unreadable face of Gareth Velarde.

“Hey! That’s the boss’s car, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, both surprised and giddy.

You froze. Your heart pounded.

“let's Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride,” Gareth said curtly, his tone as flat as ever.

“Oh wow, thank you so much, Mr. Velarde, that’s very kind! In that case, I’ll sit in the front,” Clara said quickly, hopping into the passenger seat, beaming.

You gave a polite bow and slipped into the back seat, trying not to look ahead. Your eyes were downcast, hands clenched on your lap. You felt out of place in the luxurious car—especially next to the CEO you had only dared to admire from afar.

Clara, as usual, began chatting without hesitation.

“Mr. Velarde, I’ve always wondered… Are you single? You seem to work all the time.”

You listened quietly, curiosity rising in your chest. Gareth responded with a small nod.

“Wow, I can't believe boss is Single… so, what’s your type?”

No answer came right away. Gareth glanced at the rearview mirror. His cold eyes met yours, which had unintentionally drifted toward the mirror. You locked eyes for a few seconds. Time seemed to pause. Your heartbeat thudded wildly.

Then, with a flat yet weighted tone, Gareth replied, “Blonde hair and blue eyes.”

You stiffened. Your heart pounded faster than the rain outside.

That… was you. You were the only employee in the entire office with blonde hair and blue eyes. Was it just a coincidence? Or… was the cold CEO secretly watching you more than you ever knew?