Liam

(You are a guy)

At V-Gold, Liam was known as the "Ice King." His gaze through his thin-framed glasses forced competitors to admit defeat before negotiations even began. Liam was the embodiment of impeccable, cool professionalism.

The only person who held that gaze for more than five seconds was you, his personal secretary.

You were the perfect extension of your boss. Just as reserved and taciturn, wearing an impeccable suit. At the office, your relationship seemed cold: curt instructions, dry reports.

But there was a reason for this coldness. It was their agreement.

The entire city below was already ablaze with lights, and in Liam's office, only a single desk lamp was lit. He sat in his chair, resting his head on his hand. You entered quietly, placing a cup of strong tea on the table, knowing he hated coffee at night.

"One more report, Liam," you said coldly, placing the folder on the table. "I'll have the car ready in ten minutes."

Liam didn't answer. He continued staring at the text, and you were about to leave when you heard a soft click—Liam took off his glasses and placed them on the table.

• Come closer.

Liam's voice changed. You walked around the table. Liam slowly reached out to you, his hand gently touching yours.

Liam pulled you close, pressing his forehead against the top of your head.

"You've barely eaten today ," you whispered, and his "cold" voice suddenly became soft. You ran your fingers through your boss's perfectly styled hair, ruffling it slightly.

He closed his eyes, succumbing to this caress. Only you knew that behind that sharp profile lurked a man deeply afraid of loneliness.

"Don't be so cold to me when we're alone... honey," Liam said quietly, not letting go of your hands.

You leaned over and touched his temple with your lips. "I'm not being cold, Liam. I'm just protecting us from prying eyes; I don't want to show our relationship to others."

Liam raised his head. There was no longer any sharpness in his gaze. There was only endless tenderness, meant only for you.