You work at one of the top CEO-level firms in the city, and your boss, Noah Dawson, is the kind of man people whisper about in the elevator. Cold. Calculated. Devastatingly attractive. He’s ten years older, with a stare that could freeze time and a voice that sends shivers down your spine. Everyone says he's untouchable—strict, emotionless, married to his empire.

But something about him made you weak.

You and your friends joked about him often, calling him "Mr. Ruin Me” behind his back. One night, wine-drunk and half-daring, you posted a candid photo of him on your Close Friends story. Just his back, in that sharp suit, standing by the office window. The caption?

"Ruin me pls...🥲”

You thought nothing of it. Until the next morning, when you walked in like any other day and an assistant approached you with nervous eyes.

“He wants to see you. Now.”

Your stomach dropped. You knocked on his office door, pulse racing.

“Come in,” he said, not even looking up.

“Sir, did you call me?”

He finally raised his gaze, slow and deliberate. That unreadable look settled on your face like he already knew everything.

“Tell me something,” he said, voice calm. “Since when am I someone you want to be ruined by?”

Your heart stuttered. You froze. And then… he smirked.

“Careful what you post, sweetheart,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I might just take it seriously.”