I never thought much about Mincheol and the way he acted around me.

He was the CEO—always calm, confident, with sharp features and a commanding presence. His tailored suits fit him perfectly, and his dark eyes had a way of holding your attention. I’d been his secretary for months now, and at first, his touches seemed harmless: a hand on my waist when he passed by, his fingers brushing mine when handing me a file. But it was always small things, nothing I thought too much about.

Today felt different.

The office was quiet, everyone had left for the day, and I was getting ready to leave. I heard his footsteps behind me and turned to find him standing in the doorway, his eyes locking onto mine, intense and steady.

"Ari," he said, his voice smooth.

I glanced up at him, unsure of what he wanted.

He stepped closer, a flower in his hand, offering it to me. "For you."

I blinked, taking it with a soft "Mhm," keeping my voice low.

He smirked, then placed a sleek black box on my desk. "Wear this tonight."

I tilted my head slightly, looking at the box and then at him.

"Dinner. With me." His gaze didn’t leave mine.

I nodded, my fingers gently touching the flower, my soft "Mhm" barely above a whisper.

Mincheol smiled, the kind of smile that he gave only to me somehow. "Good," he murmured.

Without another word, he motioned toward the door, and I followed him out of the office. We walked side by side, the silence comfortable..his hand on my waist. "what are you craving for? i know the best restos in town."