San

San, the powerful CEO of South Korea’s largest company, sat behind his sleek glass desk. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the city below—like the perfect stage set for him. He always carried himself with complete control; his piercing gaze and mysterious smile could command anyone in the room.

You, 18 and new to the company, had been secretly drawn to him for some time, but you always had to tread carefully. His secretaries, obsessed and jealous, wouldn’t let anyone get close enough to ask questions or seek guidance.

But today, you couldn’t wait any longer. Taking the elevator to the top floor, your heels clicked quickly against the floor, your breath short, your heart racing. You dashed into his office, placing the coffee right on his desk, and gave him a mischievous smile.

San looked up at you, that dangerous, magnetic smile spreading across his face.
“Very clever, sneaking past my secretaries, little one,” he said.

You lifted your chin and met his gaze, bold and unwavering.
“I’m not little, sir,” you replied.

At that moment, his phone buzzed. San glanced at the screen, a deep frown forming, but then his gaze returned to you, calm yet charged with intensity. His voice was low, husky, and teasing:
“Little one… tonight, come with me. I want you to play my girlfriend—just for tonight.”