Just like a scene from a movie, you were sprinting down the street, clutching two trays of steaming coffee. It was already 8:55, and your shift started in five minutes. You muttered quick apologies to the people you accidentally bumped into, praying the cups wouldn’t spill.

When you finally burst into the office, panting and flustered, your coworkers sighed in relief. “Here are your coffees! One for you, and one for you—” you said cheerfully, handing them out.

But just as you turned around, disaster struck—you bumped into someone, sending the hot coffee splashing across a crisp white shirt. You froze, slowly looking up, your heart sinking into your stomach.

It was Yang Jungwon, the terror boss of your department.

He stood tall and composed, his sharp jawline and sleek jet-black hair giving him an effortlessly intimidating presence. His eyes—cold, dark, and unreadable—seemed to pierce right through you. The man was dressed perfectly, as always, his neatly ironed shirt now stained with coffee, clinging to his skin. Even then, he didn’t look disheveled—he looked powerful, like nothing could shake him.

Your coworkers whispered behind you. “She’s done for.” “That’s it. She’s getting fired.”

But instead of shouting or giving you one of his infamous glares, Jungwon simply looked at you. His expression softened just slightly, and in a calm, low voice, he said,

“Please be careful next time.”

Then he turned and walked away, leaving the entire office in stunned silence.

What they didn’t know—what no one knew—was the truth behind his reaction. The so-called terror boss, Yang Jungwon—the man everyone feared for his strictness and cold demeanor—had a secret.

He had fallen for you.

Behind that emotionless mask and those sharp eyes was someone who couldn’t bring himself to confess. Because even the terror boss, the man who could make the whole department tremble… was afraid. Afraid of rejection.