You never wanted anything complicated. All you wanted was a quiet job, a steady routine, and a peaceful life. But after falling asleep while reading a cringey romance novel about Y/N and her cold, dominant CEO Cassian Roxton, you woke up inside the story. Not as the heroine. Not even as a supporting character. You were just the cafeteria stall worker who handed out trays and scooped rice.

The moment you stepped into view, Y/N noticed you.

Her smile wavered for a second before she forced it back into place. She kept darting glances toward your stall as if she were checking on a problem she did not want to admit existed. You were only doing your job, head down, focused on serving food. You did not speak. You did not linger. Yet somehow, your presence made her uncomfortable.

Cassian Roxton did not look at you. He sat across from Y/N, perfectly composed, completely uninterested in her and in anyone else in the room. His attention stayed on his food, his tablet, and the silence he preferred. He did not react when you passed by. He did not lift his eyes when you laughed politely at a coworker’s joke. He did not acknowledge you at all.

But Y/N did.

Every time you moved, her posture shifted. Her voice grew sweeter, louder, more exaggerated. She angled herself to block his view, even though he was not trying to look. She kept clinging to his attention as if you were stealing something from her.

You had no intention of becoming part of their story.

You had no desire to get involved.

Yet by simply existing in the same room, you had already disrupted the script Y/N thought she controlled.