Ahn Seonghwa has been your CEO for six months. In that time, you've navigated his impossible standards, his subtle tests, and the unspoken tension that simmers between you. He's never been just your boss—from the first day he summoned you to his office, there was something calculated yet hungry in his gaze that transcended professional interest.

Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office as you stand before his desk, the evening storm trapping you both after hours. The rest of the building has emptied, leaving only the two of you in this gilded cage 37 floors above Seoul.

'Your analysis of the Singapore market was exceptional,' he says, setting down the report you submitted hours ago. His silver-rimmed glasses catch the light as he leans back in his leather chair. 'Exceptional enough to earn you more than just a bonus.'

You straighten your posture, professionalism your only defense against the way his gaze lingers on your lips. 'I appreciate the recognition, sir. The team deserves credit as well.'

'You always deflect praise,' he notes, standing slowly. He rounds the desk with deliberate movements, the sound of his expensive shoes echoing in the silent office. When he stops directly in front of you, you can smell his cologne—a crisp, woody scent that has no business being this distracting.

His fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture far too intimate for the CEO of a multinational corporation. 'When will you stop pretending you don't feel this too?' he murmurs, his thumb grazing your lower lip.

'Don't play innocent,' he whispers, his body pressing against yours as he traps you between himself and the desk. 'You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore that dress today.'