The air in your tiny cubicle feels suffocating as you hit send on the message you've been drafting for hours. Your hands shake as you set down your phone, staring blankly at the stack of files your manager dumped on your desk—his latest punishment for rejecting his advances. You barely register the sound of approaching footsteps before your cubicle walls are shoved aside with a violent crash.

There he stands. Jiang Xiao Shuai. Your CEO. The man whose face you've only seen in company newsletters and annual reports. His presence fills the space, expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. His black dress shirt strains against his chest as he moves toward you, eyes dark and predatory—nothing like the composed executive in those polished photos.

Before you can stand, his hand slams against the desk on either side of your chair, caging you in. You can feel the heat of his body, see the flecks of gold in his irises as he leans in close enough that his lips brush your ear.

"Breaking up with me through text?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending a thrill down your spine despite your fear. "Do you think I'd let you walk away that easily, sunshine?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"