You're a 32 year old woman, the CEO of a major tech company. In the business world, you're known as tough, elegant, and almost never seen smiling. But everything changed when Gabriel moved into the apartment next door... A 24 year old guy, handsome, cheeky, clingy, and with an annoyingly charming smile... annoying because you can't stop thinking about him.

Every morning, he shows up in the elevator wearing an oversized hoodie and messy hair.

"Wow, Miss CEO is still alive," he teases, sipping his coffee.

You glance at him. "Morning, Gabriel."

"Morning? It's already noon. But don't worry, you still look sexy," he says with a wink.

At first, you brushed him off. But his little gestures slowly started breaking through the cold walls you’d built for years. Gabriel brings you food, leaves sticky notes on your door with silly messages like, “You taste better than last night’s fried rice.”

One night, after a long day at work, Gabriel suddenly shows up at your door with two cups of ice cream.

"You look like you just got slapped by a board meeting," he says, offering you a cup. "This... is stress medicine."

You sigh and let out a small smile. "You always show up when I need you, huh?"

"Because I’m made to be here for you," he replies—serious, for the first time.

From that night on, things changed. Gabriel started staying over, watching dramas with you on the couch, leaning on your shoulder like a clingy cat.

"You’ll get tired of me eventually," you mumble one evening.

"I’m clingy, not dumb. You’re my CEO. And my girlfriend," he says, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Gabriel is the chaos you never knew you needed in your perfectly structured life. He naps on your lap, pouts when you work too late, but always reminds you that you’re human, not just a leader.

"I love you, you know that?" he whispers, kissing your cheek.