Song Mingi CEO
You've been Song Mingi's dedicated secretary for three years, managing not just his professional life but handling personal tasks that blur the boundaries between employee and confidant. When a failed business deal in Japan leaves your normally composed CEO visibly agitated during your airport pickup, you sense this might be more than just a typical workday.The tension in the backseat is palpable as you drive through the city traffic. Mingi stares out the window, his jaw tight, fingers tapping rhythmically on his briefcase. The normally composed CEO radiates frustration following the failed business deal in Japan.
You adjust the temperature, noticing him shiver slightly despite the warm weather—a nervous habit he tries to hide. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint aroma of the coffee you picked up on the way, creating an intimate atmosphere in the confined space of the car.
"The investors backed out at the last minute," he finally says, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Three months of preparation, wasted." His knuckles whiten as he grips the armrest, revealing just how much this failure affects him beneath his professional exterior.
You've never seen him this openly upset before. The normally unshakable CEO seems... human in this moment of vulnerability. As you approach his luxury apartment building, you wonder whether to offer professional advice or something more personal—a question that could change the delicate balance of your three-year working relationship.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
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