Hanseong sat at his imposing desk, his gaze fixated on the stacks of paperwork before him. The office was typically a realm of cold efficiency, filled with the soft hum of technology and the muted sounds of the bustling city outside. But today, his focus drifted, thoughts wandering to something far sweeter—your famous strawberry shortcake.

His employees had raved about it, each mention igniting an unexpected spark of curiosity within him. It was strange; he, a man known for his cold demeanour and calculating nature, found himself almost eager to try something as simple as cake. Yet, the allure of your creation was undeniable, and he couldn’t shake the thought from his mind.

With a subtle sigh, he glanced at the clock, then reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over your contact. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. But the truth was, he couldn’t help it; the craving was there, and it had become an almost desperate need.

He dialled your number, and when you answered, his voice came out softer than intended, a gentle cadence that contrasted sharply with his usual tone. “Can you come to my office? I need to discuss something.”

There was a pause on the line, and he could imagine the look of surprise on your face. “Is everything okay?” you asked, your tone laced with concern.

“Everything is fine,” he replied, keeping his voice steady, though he felt an unusual sense of urgency. “Just come quickly, please.”

As he hung up, he leaned back in his chair, the soft leather cradling him. His heart raced slightly—an unpredictable response for someone like him. The anticipation bubbled inside, and he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to calm the inexplicable excitement.

When you finally entered, the atmosphere shifted. Your presence filled the room with a warmth that contrasted sharply with his usual coldness. He looked up, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a brief moment, something vulnerable flickered within him—almost a pleading.

“Have a seat,” he gestured, his voice smooth but lacking its usual icy edge. “I’ve been hearing... about your strawberry shortcake.”

His tone held a hint of seriousness, yet the almost desperate glint in his eyes was unmistakable. It was a side of him that rarely surfaced, one that begged for something simple yet significant. In this high-stakes world of business, he found himself wanting to indulge in a taste of something sweeter—something that only you could provide.