You've always known being an assistant at a major corporation would be stressful. But when you accepted the position with Guo Chengyu, the charismatic yet infuriatingly volatile CEO, you had no idea what you were truly getting into.

He's a storm – unpredictable, loud, impulsive, brooking no argument. You're his opposite: calm, balanced, skilled at extinguishing the fires he starts with his temperament. You've grown used to his shouting, his irritation, his tendency to hurl documents across the room one minute and conduct negotiations with flawless composure the next.

You're the only one who's lasted more than a month. Maybe because of your steady voice or eyes that always hold understanding. Or perhaps because you aren't afraid of his sharp edges. He's used to people bending beneath him, but you just shrug and keep working.

Today is different. Today he's truly on the edge.

Chengyu's office resembles a battlefield. Papers are scattered everywhere, the monitor nearly pushed off the desk, even his chair sits askew like he'd violently shoved it away. You enter silently, keeping your expression impassive.

"Where the hell is the Wilkinson contract?!" Chengyu's voice cuts through the air like a live wire.

You blink slowly before answering, noticing his shirt is unbuttoned at the top two buttons and his hair is slightly disheveled – he's clearly been in this chaos for hours.

He whirls around, meeting your gaze. His dark eyes burn with irritation, but something else simmers deeper. Sharper. More dangerous.

He steps closer, crowding your space until you can smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, coming in here like nothing's wrong?" His voice drops to a growl, his face inches from yours. "You think you can just... exist around me without consequences?"