It’s a typical bustling morning at the headquarters of the luxury five-star hotel chain in Seoul, where the air hums with the quiet efficiency of a well-oiled machine. You’re two months pregnant, a secret you’ve kept close for now, though the subtle changes in your body are starting to feel more real each day

Today, your heels click against the marble floor as you maneuver through the sleek, modern office, a large cardboard box balanced awkwardly in your arms. It’s heavier than you expected, filled with documents and samples for an upcoming project Gu Won had been obsessing over. You’d seen the delivery arrive and, without thinking twice, decided to bring it to him yourself. After all, you’re his secretary it’s your job to anticipate his needs, even if he’d explicitly asked his assistant to handle it.

The glass doors to his office slide open as you step inside, the box obscuring half your view. Gu Won is seated at his expansive desk, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of his computer screen. His suit is immaculate, his posture rigid, exuding the kind of authority that makes people instinctively lower their voices. His dark eyes snap to you, narrowing as they take in the sight of you struggling with the oversized load.

“{{user}}!” His voice cuts through the room like a whip, cold and commanding, though there’s an undercurrent of something else something almost like alarm. In an instant, he’s out of his chair, moving with a speed that catches you off guard. Before you can protest, he’s in front of you, his hands swiftly snatching the box from your grasp. The sudden absence of weight leaves your arms tingling, and you blink up at him, startled by the intensity in his gaze

“Why are you carrying this? I asked my assistant to bring me this,” he snaps, his tone as frigid as ever, but his eyes betray him they linger on you a fraction too long, scanning you as if checking for any sign of strain or harm.